Introduction:

This is inspired by other stories I read. I am exploring my creativity and hope to be able to post more.

“Do you love me?” I asked Jeff.

My name is Jennifer. Jeffrey, Jeff for short, and I are best friends. We lived close to each other since birth, attended the same schools, and hung out together. Jeff shared everything with me and talked about anything that came to mind, including his past loves. I was the one to patch him up after each one when he came to me with his broken heart.

Jeff had several girlfriends and had gone all the way with some of them. We would talk about his experiences. He would ask me about what turns girls on and I would reply what I thought other girls would enjoy. I even gave tips on how he could improve himself. Through it all, I never shared my deepest desires or how hot it got me.

Jeff was athletic, strong, and a natural leader both on and off the football field in high school and college. Watching him take charge made me weak at the knees. It also made me wet!

I had a crush on him since the fifth grade. I had needs and didn’t know how to share that information with him. I had a few dates, but earned a reputation as an “Ice Princess”. The reputation was well deserved. While many of my other classmates lost their virginity, I didn’t let the boys get to second base with me. I just couldn’t trust myself. I knew once that I got started I would surrender completely to my needs and the will of my Master.

I needed to be dominated!

It was the beginning of summer and Jeff and I just graduated from college. We went to the same college, I majored in bioengineering and Jeff went into finance. We both had job offers with local companies so we were staying close to home. I was working for a startup company using nano-technology for medical applications. The company could not pay well and instead gave me stock options.

Jeff worked with a local investment firm and his decision-making skills proved to be valuable to his clients and his firm. He was quickly a rising star with his company and was well liked and respected by everyone. It also helped that he kept himself trim and looked hot in his outfits.

We were hanging out in my bedroom listening to music and talking. My mother never remarried after Dad died. She was out for the weekend on a business trip. She trusted me to be home alone and trusted Jeff. I think she secretly wanted us to be together and would be happy for us to be a couple.

There was a lull in our conversation when I asked Jeff that question. “Do you love me?”

He thought about it for a moment and then said, “Of course! I’d do anything for you!”

I pounced on this, “Really? You would do anything for me?”

“You know I would,” he replied quickly with a smile on his face.

I paused for a long moment and then said, “Ok, I have a favor to ask.”

“Sure, what do you want?” he quickly responded.

“It is a very, very big favor,” I said with a warning tone in my voice.

“Ohhhhkaaay,” he said cautiously.

I took that as an ok to go on. “First, I want to explain something to you that I haven’t talked to anyone else. You know I don’t fool around on my dates. It makes it hard for me to get dates, but that is my rule. And you always wondered why, right? Well, I’ll tell you why.

A lot of my friends think it is because I don’t trust the boys, but that is not the completely true. It isn’t the boys; it is myself I don’t trust. The reason that I don’t let the boys touch me is because I get excited by certain things that would make other people disgusted. And I know that if I let myself go even a little bit, there would be no turning back.”

“You are confusing me, Jenn,” Jeff said. “What are things that get you off and why would there be no turning back.”

I sighed as was quiet for awhile. Finally, I reached over to my bedside table, pulled some items out of the drawer and silently placed them in his hands. He examined them carefully. They looked like alligator clips, the type used in our physics lab with our wiring experiments.

“What are these?” he asked.

“Those are clips,” I said quietly. “I use them on my nipples and sometimes my clit when I masturbate in bed. Do you know those dreams people have, where they are in class and they realize to their horror and embarrassment that they are naked? For me those are wet dreams.” I went on, “most girls think of a movie star or a rock star when they masturbate. I think of Harrison Ford in Raiders of the Lost Ark, except he is using the bullwhip on me while I have an orgasm!”

I was crying now, sobbing uncontrollably. Jeff, gather me in his strong-arms. His musk overpowered my senses and I could feel myself getting weak. I felt compelled to surrender myself completely to him and while enjoying his power over me.

“Jenn, it’s ok. Everyone has fantasies,” he said. “If I told you half of my fantasies you would think I was a degenerate. These fantasies don’t make you a bad person. I still love you and I don’t think badly of you.”

I could feel my heart beating wildly in me. I was hoping he would be the One. Drying my tears I said, “I knew you would feel that way.”

“Then why were you so worried about telling me?” he asked. “Why were you crying?”

“What else do you want to tell me?” he asked in an understanding voice. Hearing these words I felt comforted but also compelled to continue.

“Jeff, it’s not just that I have these fantasies,” I said. “Remember the psychology class we took? Remember we laughed about domination and submission? I am a submissive and need to be dominated. I am reluctant to take the initiative, which is probably the reason why I am paid at the lower end of my company. I need someone to take charge and make decisions for me. The thought of a strong master using me as his sex toy makes me wet and I can almost come thinking about it.

Nothing is too extreme. He can fuck me in the mouth, pussy and ass in the same session and I would enjoy it. Nothing is too perverted. If he wanted me to clean him after sex or even after he pees I would willingly suck his cock clean.

While in school, I could keep the boys away. But the feelings are getting stronger. Without the school environment, someone will figure me out and in all likelihood take advantage of me and may seriously hurt me. If I don’t do something before then, I won’t care. Being dominated and forced to serve will fill my thoughts and needs to such a point I won’t care about my well being, just my needs and the enjoyment of my master. Even now, just thinking about it is getting me hot and wet while giving me a happy, giddy feeling.”

After a long pause, Jeff finally asked, “So what can I do for you?”

“Jeff, I need to know what it’s like to be with someone that loves me, that cares for me, and will do what I need, but still think about me. Jeff, between now until next year, I want you to own me.”

“Own you?” he asked, shocked.

“I promise you that if you do for me, I will never say no to anything you ask of me. I will be your slut, your fucktoy, your plaything,” I said with a deliberate voice.

“And why do you want me to do this?” he replied with an incredible look on his face.

“I want you to fulfill my fantasies; it is all that I think about now. If I don’t do something affirmatively to make this happen, I will fall for the first guy that treats me strongly and dominates me. If he hurts me, beats me, and permanently scars me, I will like it and beg him for more,” I replied with a slight pleading in my voice.

Jeff was quiet for awhile and I thought I lost by best friend. “Please Jeff, do you hate me?”

He smiled at me and looked straight into my eyes. He could see directly into me, like I was naked in front of him. “No, Jenn, I don’t hate you. This is a lot to ask of me. On the other hand, this is every man’s fantasy. I’ll admit it turns me on, but if you want me to do this you are going to tell me exactly what you are looking for.”

My heart raced, I started my rehearsed speech, “One, I don’t to be permanently damaged. I am on the Pill, so pregnancy is not an issue, but I don’t want to be disfigured in any non-reversible way.

Two, don’t do anything would make you lose respect for me. If you want a slave for your personal enjoyment, to serve your every pleasure, that is fine with me. It would also turn me on a lot and I would enjoy it. But if you ever ask me to do something that causes you to lose respect for me, I’d rather have my fantasy left unfulfilled that have you lose respect for me.”

Jeff though for a minute, then said, “I am new to this and you must be patient with me. I could live with those conditions and I’ll add one more. Your fantasy begins when you say, ‘My fantasy begins now!’ and ends when you say, ‘My fantasy is over’. Whether you say it after ten minutes or after a year. That way you will have ultimate safe word and have confidence that you would never get in over your head.”

I couldn’t believe he was willing. He even understood me so well and though of my well being. Jeff’s third condition proved the psychology class was correct. The power of the relationship belongs to the submissive and this was a real-world example. Here he is thinking of my benefit, even beyond what I proposed. He was so caring and so totally understanding of my need that I blurted out, “Does this mean you will do it.”

“Not just yet,” he said with a wry smile. “Jennifer, do you have something to say to me?”

I looked at him confused, then it dawned on me, my hear soared and I shouted, “Jeff, my fantasy begins now!”

I shivered and my pussy released a surge of fluids. I may have even had a mini-orgasm, all from four little words – my fantasy begins now. For months I had been contemplating this, and now I was committed. Could I go through with this? Could Jeff? I loved Jeff like a brother or a platonic friend and trusted him completely, but we would start a new relationship. I just signed my body over to him. I gave him carte blanche. I know he is my best friend, that he loves me. However, I just handed him the keys to my body.

The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. I realized that Jeff owned by body and in all likelihood he would be fucking me in moments and take my virginity. Just thinking about it was getting my pussy slick with my juices.

“Stand-up,” Jeff said, snapping me out of my reverie.

I stood up in front of him.

“Take off your clothes,” he said in a no nonsense tone. I started to awkwardly, but in my best demure fashion, follow his orders and strip off my clothes.

“No, no, no!” he exclaimed. “If I want a sexy striptease, I’ll take you to a strip club and have the professionals teach you on the stage. Now just take clothes off.”

I quickly complied and removed all of my clothes like I was preparing to take a shower at the gym. Jeff signaled with his hand for me to turn around. I turned in front of him, as he appeared to evaluate my body. I kept myself in shape and was proud of my body. My B-cup breasts were symmetrical and could fill certain C-cup style bras. My breasts were firm and the nipples sensitive to my ministrations. Sometimes I could just come by playing and pulling my nipples.

“Go stand in the corner with your nose touching the corner of the room,” Jeff ordered me.

My mouth dropped open. He was sending me to the corner like I was a naughty girl. I went to the corner, naked. I should have felt embarrassed, but I felt my pussy getting slick with fresh juices. I was getting excited! I heard him leave the room and then come back. Then I heard him rummaging through my drawers.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Did you tell me you would do everything I asked of you?” Jeff said in a harsh voice.

“Yes,” I responded in a soft voice.

“Then shut up and keep your body pressed against the wall,” Jeff replied in a no nonsense tone.

I pressed against the wall, tears dripping from my eyes. It had already started. He lost respect for me. Then I realized I was dripping from my pussy.

“Ho, ho!” he exclaimed, “What have we here?”

I heard a familiar buzzing sound. He found my vibrator! The few minutes I heard other drawers open and a variety of activities as he continued his search as he continued his search through my most intimate possessions. Through it all, I could begin to catch a scent of my pheromone as this complete invasion and surrender had an effect on my body. My nipples were becoming erect and more sensitive. My clit felt engorged and I desperately wanted to touch myself.

“You know what I’ve done,” I replied, still facing the wall. “Not much at all. I haven’t let a boy fondle my tits. I’ve kissed a couple of times but that is it. I plat with myself, but just on the outside. My hymen is still intact. I’ve played with my ass a little but I’ve never put anything in. I’ve never seen a real life grown-up’s cock.”

He seemed to consider that for a little bit, then he ordered, “Turn around.”

I turned and saw what he had been doing. There was a box on my bed and some clothes were in it while others were scattered around it.

“I put all of your clothes that I did not like in this box,” he told me. “You will put it away and not open it until this fantasy is finished. I think you will find most of your underwear gone. You can look at what remains to see what is acceptable.” I saw that what remained were thongs and g-strings.

He handed my vibrator to me saying, “You may use this but only when I am around. You may cum as often as you wish I want you to enjoy your fantasy. I’ll also buy you additional toys that I’ll enjoy using on you.” I shuddered at that last statement and could feel a tingle originating from my clit, spreading through my body.

“Drop your hand,” he said. He was clearly evaluating my body. He briefly touched my pubic hair and said, “This will have to go.” Then he spun me around towards the bathroom and announced, “Time for a shower and your first lesson.”

The warm pulsing water always relaxed me, especially now that Jeff was in the shower with me. I giggled when I saw the water streaming off of his penis. It looked like he was peeing in the shower, even though I knew it was just water.

The giggle wasn’t lost on Jeff who said, “The first lesson is you will learn to love all fluids from me.” That was an odd statement, but before I could think about it, Jeff wrapped his arms around me and he hungrily, passionately kissed me. Relaxing, I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. His wet tongue explored, tickled and stimulated me. The moist saliva lubricated him and I knew I could learn to love it. In return for receiving I also shared this dance within my mouth. My tongue touched and explored him, feeling his warmth and passion flow from him.

With the symphony of attack on my senses, the warm pulsing spray, Jeff’s passionate kisses, I could feel my body begin to respond. My nipples and clit became more sensitive and erect, wanting more. I became light-headed and felt like I was floating in the sea of stimulation.

Jeff broke through the reverie and said, “Your second lesson is you will learn how to keep me clean without your hands.” Again that sounded odd when Jeff pointed to his chest with the water droplets on his skin. Adjusting the showerhead so the water hit the wall besides us, it created a sauna effect. “This will be easier in the beginning and I will be patient. You may start by licking the water off of my chest.”

I was glad for the order and started to lick the water droplets off of his chest with relish. Licking the water felt almost as if I was tasting him. Emboldened I worked my way lower until I came up close to his cock. The cock had texture along from the skin and veins. The underside had a central tube that was sensitive to the flick my tongue. The shaft felt huge in my hands and I wondered if it would fit in me. Working my way to the tip I noticed the spongy feel and then flicked my tongue around his piss-slit.

“I will take your three cherries,” Jeff said out loud, “the first of which, will be your mouth. You will learn to suck my cock. You must trust me and give into me. Do not panic, I will be firm and gentle with you. If you trust me and give your body complete to me, you will enjoy the experience.”

I felt his hand touching my head, guiding me. I opened my mouth and took it in. It was soft at first and I flicked my tongue along his sensitive underside. I could feel the cock harden! It was wonderful and turned me on so much I knew I was dripping and wet from my own fluids. Bobbing my head up and down the shaft I could feel all of the ridges and textures. I could tell Jeff was getting excited and I delighted knowing he was using me.

“Precum will come out of me first,” Jeff warned me. Remember my rule.

Precum leaked into my mouth, the fluid was salty and warm. It almost pulsed in as I felt his cock beginning to strain and harden as a steel rod. Now he was beginning to drive into me, using my mouth as his instrument.

Giving in completely, I relaxed my throat. On one of his thrusts I felt his cock reach down into my throat. I was deep throating him! Surrendering completely I took my hands and wrapped them around his ass, giving him complete access to my mouth. Now he took his hands, grabbed my head, and started to fuck my mouth. I knew he was closing to coming.

The more he pumped into me the hotter I became. I didn’t think I could come this way but Jeff’s passion inflamed me. More and more he pumped his cock into me and more and more I oozed more of my own fluids. Then in a final burst he pushed deep in, spasming and shooting is sweet cum directly into my throat. He withdrew slightly so the head was in my mouth. I could taste his sweet fluid as he continued to pump his semen into me. Feeling his pulsing cock in my mouth triggered a mini-orgasm within me.

I felt a little dizzy and the warm pulsing water felt good. I closed my eyes to enjoy the spray and tasting his sweet cum. Jeff held me for a moment and then slipped out of the shower. “After you finish drying, come to bed,” he told me as he was leaving the bathroom.

I quickly finished the shower, then dried myself including my hair, preparing myself for him. After leaving the bathroom, I obeyed Jeff’s instruction and lay down on the bed. Jeff came over and with my sash tied it firmly covering my eyes. With my eyes blindfolded, I found it heightened the rest of my senses. I became more aware of my body, my breathing, the sounds, the scents, even the feel of the bed and room became more intense.

“I wonder what Jeff is doing?” I wondered silently to myself. “Will he take my virginity now?” I could feel my nipples becoming more erect in anticipation; my pussy felt slick with new juices even though I just finished showering. My pussy released more pheromones and the room became thick with my scent.

“You will learn you are mine,” Jeff’s voice instructed me. “Your mouth, breasts, pussy and ass are mine for my enjoyment. Through me, as you learn to trust and give yourself to me, you will find the enjoyment, ecstasy, and peace you are seeking.”
Suddenly I felt Jeff roughly grasp my left nipple and felt the familiar alligator teeth clamp onto my areola. In my heightened state the clamp felt firmer, stronger that I remembered. Although the clamp bit into my breast my mind did not register it as pain. It fed my desire more. Then he roughly attached the second clamp the nerves were sending constant signals to my brain. I wanted more!

“Spread your legs,” Jeff ordered me. I quickly complied, exposing my sex to him. “Will he take me now? Will he just thrust himself and take me?” I wondered. Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my pussy. “OMG, he is going to eat me!”

“Ahhhhh,” a slight moan escaped my lips. I can’t believe the feelings and sensations of Jeff’s lips and tongue on me. Even his hot breath was stimulating my nerve endings causing more juices to flow. Each lick along my pussy sent small jolts of electricity throughout my body. Like an orchestra conductor, Jeff was coaxing my body to respond to him in ways I never though possible. He was such an expert I knew I would follow and obey him, just like my body was following, responding, and obeying him.

I felt his arms reach under and around my legs lifting me up. He continued to eat me then went higher to my clit. Then his hand reached over and grabbed my nipples. CONTACT! “OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, I AM COMING SO HARD!” I yelled. My tits and clit became connected through Jeff’s hands and mouth. The simultaneous stimulations took me over the edge with one of the biggest orgasms I ever had.

Jeff continued to hold me firmly in his hands and mouth while I spasmed around him. He then slowly licked lower to my ass and started to lick my sensitive anus. In my heightened state, his licking on my erogenous zone took me over again. “I Am Coming Again!” I knew my ass was opening and closing around his tongue as it spasmed through the orgasm. The wonderful sensation of his soft tongue was unbelievable as I felt it penetrate me and caress my sensitive opening.

He then released me and I felt him spreading my legs as he came up higher. His cock was stroking along my pussy, coating my slick juices along it. It felt enormous and didn’t even penetrate me yet. Gently and firmly he held me in his arms. “When you are ready,” he whispered to me. “Yes”, my mind screamed out, “Yes”, my body yearned for him. My pussy was oozing rivulets of cum; heat emanated from my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, “I am ready”, I replied back.

Jeff then firmly and steadily pushed his cock passed by labia. After going part way in, stopping before my hymen, he pulled back. He advanced again, this time I locked my legs around him and pulled him into me. “Yaaah!” I exclaimed, the brief moment in pain escaped my lips. “You are mine,” he told me. Yes, I am his, he took me and I willingly gave myself to him. In all manner of mind and body I am his.

He then firmly and deliberately started to fuck me. It was a wondrous feeling, his cock skin sliding along my walls. I could feel his cockhead reaching deeper and deeper with every stroke. His cock touched my cervix at the apex of his stroke. His penis stimulated all parts of my womanhood. My clit was tugged as he stroked back and forth, the G-spot felt the pressure of his cock, my vagina, though firmly gripped his cock, gave way with each incoming stroke. More and more the symphony started to build, more and more my body reacted to his direction. Yes, yes, I could feel my orgasm building. “Don’t stop, that’s it, yes, yes, I AM COMING!” and again my body reached an apex of ecstasy. By surrendering to Jeff I could achieve so much more.

Jeff didn’t come yet, instead he lifted my legs higher and aimed his cock towards my ass. “I am ready,” I said to Jeff. His cock and my ass were coated with my slick juices and I felt his pressure against my anus. I relaxed my opening and he firmly pushed in. His cock pushed past my external sphincter then he waited, letting me adjust to him. Then he pushed further past my internal sphincter and I felt him completely in me. I felt so full. His cock was so huge.

Slowly and firmly he worked his cock in and out of my ass. My tight orifice gripped him firmly but the slick fluid lubricated him so he could easily slide in and out. They say there is an A spot in the ass, similar to the G spot in the vagina. He reached it and I could feel another orgasm building within me. Faster and faster he pounded into me, slapping my ass with his thighs. More and more I felt the heat building in me until I cried out, “I AM COMING AGAIN!”

The anal orgasm took me higher than I thought possible. Convulsions wracked through my body and time stood still. Jeff brought my body to new heights and pleasure I ever thought possible. My ass milked his cock until I heard him exclaim, “I A COMING,” and immediately I felt his hot fluid coat the inside of my walls. That triggered another mini-orgasm within me as I continued to contract around him. Our muscle spasms were in synch and we mutually bathed in the afterglow of our ecstasy.

My pussy continued to ooze fluids, something I never was able to do when I masturbated. A sheen of sweat coated both of our bodies as we breathed deeply to recover from our intense effort. Jeff gently removed the clips from my tits, allowing blood to flow back into them. He then lay beside me breathing deeply and cuddling with me. The tingle of pain blood returning to my tits was dulled by my body’s endorphins, which still circulated and gave me a feeling of floating softly and gently above our scene.

I remembered my earlier lessons and Jeff’s prophetic words from the earlier shower. I immediately knew my duty. He was right, it was a lot easier in the shower but now I turned around and faced his cock. After lovingly kissing the tip of his cock, I made an “O” of my mouth took his entire shaft down to my throat. Bathing his cock with my tongue I cleaned it without my hands and at the same time drinking in all of his fluids.

I felt Jeff gently stroke the back of my head and he said, “I am proud of you, you have learned your lessons well.” Hearing Jeff’s praise my pussy leaked a few drops of fluid and I had a warm feeling deep within my core. “I am so happy and glad that Jeff was willing to be my master,” I thought quietly to myself.

After completing my task I curled up and spooned against him. He spoke quietly and lovingly to me, “I have now taken all three of your cherries. All three of your holes will be accessible to me whenever and wherever I want. You must keep your body prepared at all time for me.”

“Yes,” I replied and silently fell asleep within his arms. “I will do everything he asks and willingly give myself to him whenever he desires me,” I thought to myself, hypnotically implanting these commands deep within my subconscious as I drifted into sleep.

Shortly after Jeff agreed to help me live my fantasy, I told mom that Jeff and I started a new relationship. Mom muttered something like, “about time”, kissed me and said she trusted both Jeff and myself.

Almost as quickly as I started living my fantasy, I almost ruined it. The following week, Jeff surprised me and came over. Since mom was busy working I did what I could to maintain the house. I was in the midst of dusting the furniture when he came in.

“Hi Jenn, you look good, you would look sexier naked,” he said cheerfully with a wink.

Unfortunately dusting was not one of my favorite duties and I replied curtly, “Hi yourself, what you do you want.”

His tone changed immediately and became stern, firmer, more in command, “I came to you and you will be sexy doing that naked. Strip now,” he said in a no-nonsense tone.

I was still naïve in our new relationship and hesitated to comply with his command. I didn’t understand why he wanted me to do this. Instead of trusting him completely and doing what he asked, I hesitated.

Jeff didn’t hesitate. In a fluid motion he came to me, sat in a chair, and pulled me over his lap. He was going to spank me!

“Jeff, I am sorry!” I begged.

“You will learn to trust me completely. There will be times when I want your opinion and insight. In those times you may speak up. When I have made a decision you will honor it immediately, passionately follow me. Your failure to obey me in this simple task, to strip in the comfort and security of your own home in front of a man you wanted to own you. It is my failure to teach you properly. I will correct that now. I am spanking you to make you better in this relationship. You will receive ten spanks, count them out loud as you receive them.”

He then stripped off my pants and underwear and struck me hard on my ass. “One….I-am-so-sorry-I-won’t-do-it-again,” I cried out.

“Did I tell you to apologize? I gave you a simple task to count as I spanked you and in this you failed. I’ll add another ten for this, Now Count!” Jeff spoke.

“Pack, pack, pack” came the strokes and promptly I called out the numbers. Around ten I realized that he was not hitting me out of anger but out of love. Love for me, love for our relationship, love to make me a better submissive. At that point I started to give in and accept the punishment. My pussy started to ache. Each stroke was now like a jolt of electricity, sparking and turning on my body. After the tenth one I blurted out, “Ten, Green light!” Jeff paused for a moment and then continued on. By eighteen I was dripping and almost had an orgasm on his lap.

After the twentieth stroke, I almost regretted it was over. He then pulled me off his knee soaked with my pussy juices and said, “You have a job to do.” I quickly got off his lap, stripped off the rest of my clothes, and licked my pussy juices off of his lap. I wanted to go higher and looked up at him expectantly. He shook his head and said, “You haven’t earned it today, continue with your chores.” With that he left the house.

Jeff called me the next week. “Jenn, we are going for a drive and enjoy the day. Wear your blue mini skirt, a tube top and no underwear,” he told me. “I’ll be over in 10 minutes.”

“Ten minutes,” I said to myself. “At least the choice of clothes made changing easy.” Just thinking of no underwear made my pussy slick with anticipation.

Right on time, Jeff came over. I was dressed in the clothes he specified and he took me to his car. He lined my seat with a towel, I though that was odd at that time but learned to accept whatever he did. We started down the interstate at a leisurely pace when we slowly caught up to a large 18-wheeler came along our right side.

“Pull down your top and let him see your gorgeous titties,” Jeff ordered me. I immediately complied and flashed both my tits and a bright smile to driver. He must have appreciated it because we heard a loud blast of his horn and he gave us a thumbs-up. As we past the truck Jeff told me to put my top back up as we continued down the freeway.

A few more miles down the road we came across another truck. As we pulled along side Jeff ordered, “Pull your skirt up and start playing with your pussy, show him how wet you are.” Eagerly, I pulled my skirt up and stuck my fingers into my vagina coating them with my juices. Then I brought my fingers up to my mouth to suck and clean them while using my other hand to furiously rub my clit. The driver must have also enjoyed that show and blasted his horn, too.

By this time I was so close to cumming I didn’t realize we passed that truck. We continued to drive on passing driver after driver and they could all see me rubbing myself. The drivers all honked their horn and smiled appreciatively at us.

When I was about to come, I begged, “Jeff, Jeff, please….”

Jeff generously responded, “You may cum.”

“THAAAANKYOUIAMCUMMING!” I yelled and enjoyed one of my largest orgasms. I must have squirted because the front of the towel was moist with my juices.

“Thank you, Jeff,” I said, “That was one of the most wildest experiences I ever had.” I appreciated him looking out for me. We were safe in his car, yet I could be as wild as I wanted and act out one my fantasies. The rest of the ride I fell asleep exhausted, clinging to his arm with a smile on my face.

The next few weeks were an adventure in discovery. I kept myself ready for him, my ass was always clean and lube and I was ready for him to fuck me in any hole. Under Jeff’s careful and protective orders I learned more about myself. I didn’t have any limits or Jeff was able to anticipate them for me. He was firm and patient with me. With each new discovery I learned more about my needs, how I benefited from the relationship, the wondrous joy and ecstasy I could feel, and how I could grow and expand my horizons. I learned under Jeff’s careful tutelage and I knew this relationship was becoming more than an experiment and a temporary release for me.

Later in July, mom had to take another extended business trip. Jeff came over to keep me company and help with various home repair and maintenance projects. It was late in the afternoon, Jeff came in from mowing our lawn. He was hot and sweaty and the smell of his musk acted like a pheromone to me and I could feel my pussy leaking juices in response. I knew he would enjoy a refreshing shower so I dutifully grabbed a set of towels for him. He had already started his shower when I came in. I wordlessly stripped and joined him. I still giggled when I saw the water stream off of his cock like he was pissing. I remembered his commands to me and my mind was swirling with thoughts of engulfing his cock, while pretending it was really piss!

I kept my hands and mouth busy and soaped and scrubbed most of his body. After rinsing him off, droplets of water still clung to his body like sweat. Hungrily, I started to lick them off his chest, alternating between light flicks and broad sucking with my tongue and mouth. I worked my way lower and knew I was having my desired effect on him.

I looked up at Jeff and asked wordlessly if I could suck and service his cock. With a nod he gave his permission to me. Jeff’s cock was growing longer and harder. It was so beautiful as it grew to its full length. With my careful ministrations, I soaped and cleaned his cock, delicately pulling back the foreskin then rinsing the soap away. At full strength, his cock was like an antenna to me, sending me signals directly to my brain and body, compelling me to serve him.

In obeyance, I was on my knees and lightly kissed the tip of the cock head. Then I started to work down the side, lightly kissing every inch. When I reached his scrotum, I delicately took it into my mouth and bathed it in my warm saliva. Lovingly, I used my tongue to clean and touch all parts of his nut sack.

I continued my cleaning by lightly flicking my tongue along the underside of his cock. His urethra tube, which functioned like a canon to shoot his semen deep within me, was sensitive to light flicks of my tongue. Up and down the tube I fluttered my tongue, acting like a living vibrator for him.

“You have learned well,” Jeff said has he gently stroked my head.

“You are a good Dominant, I am happy you have accepted me, “ I replied.

I was rewarded for my ministrations with the first of many drops of his precum. Curling my tongue into a tube, I accepted his gift and let it slip along my taste buds so I could savor the full flavor of it. The first drop cleansed the inside of his cock and always had a complex flavor.

With the tip of my tongue I teased his piss slit and was rewarded with more precum. This time I opened my mouth to engulf his cock, letting the slippery fluid mix with my saliva in my mouth. I then used it to coat his cock, making it slippery for next phase.

“Jenn, I am going to fuck your mouth,” Jeff warned me.

He firmly grabbed my head with his two hands and started to stroke his cock with my mouth. Surrendering myself completely to him, I relaxed my jaw and throat. With complete submission my throat opened up and with the slick precum fluid mixture, his cock easily slipped down into my throat. Back and forth I felt the full length of his cock along my tongue. In and out I felt the cock slip past my mouth into my throat.

Jeff considerately adjusted the spray to hit the side of the walls, creating a sauna effect. I could look up into his eyes while he fucked me. My arms reached around to grab his ass cheeks, giving him complete, unhindered access to me. I was rewarded with my subservience with stronger, more urgent stroking of his cock. My mouth was his sex toy and he was using it for his pleasure. More and more, firmer and firmer, he grasped my head and banged my lips and tongue against his body.

With each stroke, stretching my throat, my nervous system reacted with signals of its own. It sent tiny shocks to my tits and clit. Each stroke was another shock and as he was going faster and faster, the shocks also increased in speed hurling me towards my own orgasm.

I could feel his balls tightening, signaling his oncoming orgasm, and I knew I would be rewarded for my service. Firmer and deeper I felt his cock pound me when at the apex of his deepest stroke, he firmly ground my lips to his pelvis and he came in my throat, shooting his first shot of wad directly into my stomach. Retracting slightly he continued to shoot his cum into my mouth allowing me to savor his sweet semen. Feeling is cock pumping in my mouth was enough to push me over the edge with a small orgasm as my pussy contracted rhythmically in time with his pulses.

I remembered my duty and continued to suck gently from his deflating cock, taking in the final drop that were still in the tube. Jeff then adjusted the shower spray, which broke both of us out of our post orgasmic bliss as we both finished our shower.

After drying I turned to Jeff and asked, “You have worked hard on the yard, please allow me to massage you.”

He assented and led me to my bed. He lay face down and waited for me. I grabbed by body lotion and spoke softly to him, “My dear Jeff, you have given me so much and taught me so much. I know I should wait for your instruction but I want to give and share some of the pleasures you have given me. Please allow me to service you and your body.”

“Jenn, thank you for asking, you may use your imagination and your heart to guide you, I will trust you in this,” Jeff responded.

My heart soared and I then warmed the body lotion and started to massage it into his muscles. I started at the neck and shoulders working and massage all of his muscles. My hands and fingers worked and kneaded the muscle fibers, searching and relaxing every knot. Along the back I continued down and I noticed Jeff was becoming visibly relaxed. Emboldened, I continued and worked the outside of the thighs, calves and feet, making sure his body every inch was serviced. I then worked my way up the inside of his thighs and came back up to his ass.

I massaged his ass cheeks and in doing so his rosette center was open to me. I remembered how he kissed and made me feel. I drew myself closer and could feel his heat. Extending my tongue I used the tip to gently tease along his opening. I was rewarded with a slight groan from Jeff. Taking this as permission, I parted his cheeks and pushed my face flush to his tush. Using the tip of my tongue I fluttered it up and down his crack.

Since we just took a shower it smelled clean but even if we didn’t I would have enjoyed his earthy smell. I dove further into my work and started to use my tongue in earnest. Although I didn’t have a cock I could use my tongue to piece his opening. With persistence and determination I pushed and thrust my tongue as deep as I could. Using my spit as a lubricant I continued to push, lick, and flutter around his rosette opening.

I thought I knew Jeff well. He recently came from the blowjob in the shower and men normally take about an hour in their refractory period to recover. Jeff was a superman. I felt a drop of precum developing on the tip of his cock. Then I heard a small grunt, I realized it was becoming uncomfortable for Jeff with his stiffening cock. He signaled that he was turning over and allowed me to move out of the way.

As Jeff turned over, he looked me straight into my eyes and nodded and smiled. He understood me so well! This was my gift to him, a gift given out of love as much as my desire and need to serve him. He knew he could have me and willingly I would do his bidding. By nodding and giving me permission, he showed he understood and appreciated my gift to him. We were both in synch.

“Thank you, Jeff,” I said, and quietly mounted him cowgirl style. My pussy was slick with my juices and his cock slid easily, naturally inside. I prided myself by keeping in shape and routinely did my exercises, including Kegels. Using my pussy muscles alone, I was able to milk his precum into my hot box.

I was naively confused by Jeff’s response but trusted him completely. Jeff had taken all of my cherries; we had sex numerous times. All I knew was I would follow him anywhere and do anything he asked. I wanted to show and demonstrate that to him the depths of my feelings for him.

Together we kissed passionately, then I started to ride him in earnest. Jeff’s cock rubbed my G spot perfectly and his girth pulled by clitoral hood back and forth over by clit. He used his hands to rub by body, massage and pull my nipples, and pull me down to him. We spoke, we moved, we were in synch. My pussy juices were flowing and I felt many mini-orgasms rip through me. Suddenly Jeff grabbed my hips with both hands and pumped by body up and down his cock. I could feel the tightening in his body, his oncoming orgasm sent an energy bolt through me causing me to squeeze and grasp him firmer. Following his lead, my body bounced up and down until at the crescendo of his stroke, he thrusts his cock to the entrance of my cervix. Deep within me, within my core, I felt his pulsing cock shooting his hot sperm deep within me. It caused my body to convulse in time with him and I also convulsed rhythmically with him. Now I understood his statement.

I collapsed on his strong chest and both of us breathed deeply recovering from our exertions. His entire body started to relax and his cock slid out of me. I knew my job and dutifully cleaned him then curled up beside him to bask in our afterglow. We spooned and his cock was tucked snugly between my asscheeks.

A few hours into our nap I felt his cock grow and push firmly against my ass. I recall looking it up one day, it is called nocturnal erectile tumescence, and is used as a test if a man has ED. In a man’s semi-conscious state their cock will spontaneously become erect. Jeff certainly didn’t have ED and his cock was growing larger and more insistent against me. I was glad I kept by ass lubed, ready for him whenever he wanted. I relaxed my opening and gave myself to him.

I felt his cock glide into me. My heart started pumping firmer and faster when I realized in his semi-conscious state, he desired me. I pushed back against him helping drive his cock deeper into me. Then I felt his arm come around me, helping to push my ass back and forth on his cock. This was raw emotion and desire on this part. He wanted my body, he wanted me! After a few more pumps I felt him begin to stiffen and I felt his hot come bathe my interior. His heat permeated by body and a warm glow that started from within me spread throughout my body. He then relaxed and I felt his cock slide out. I remembered my duty and cleaned him then continued to cuddle beside him.

The next weekend Jeff came over and helped with some repairs around the house. That day was especially hot so I prepared ice tea for us and made sure we were well hydrated. After he completed the repairs that he affectionately dubbed, “Honey Do List”, he went to take a shower. I felt daring and wanted to do something special for him and followed him to the bathroom. He was about to take a pee when I asked, “Can I help you with this?” I then held his cock gently in my hand and pointed it down to direct the flow into the bowl.

I know I surprised him with my action. He looked at me and smiled. The he gently caressed my head, relaxed and let his stream go. Holding his cock like that was so wild for me; I also started to get wet. I was careful to make sure to direct the stream into the bowl so it wouldn’t make a mess. Doing so forced me to look closely at his cock and feel the piss shoot out of his cock. It was so wild! When his flow slowed, I knew he usually gently shook his cock. Instead I remembered my duty and used my mouth to take in the final drops. His fluid was salty yet sweet, probably from the ice tea.

After that we took a shower together. When I saw the water stream off his cock again in the shower I went down and engulfed it, reliving our wild episode earlier.

The rest of the summer was hot in the temperature, in our passion for each other, and in our business. My body was always ready for him and he safely guided me to new sensations and experiences. I wanted to show him my gratitude and would surprise him when I took the initiative and wild sex adventure for the two of us. Under his love, guidance, and protection, I grew stronger and had more confidence in myself.

My new found confidence also helped me at work. I was willing to speak out and suggested solutions when our team hit a roadblock. My approaches were not tainted by previous discoveries by other scientists and my ideas helped our company find a new way to treat many medical conditions without surgery. Because of our finances, I received stock options instead of a cash bonus for my contributions. Our company was in the midst of a groundbreaking nano tech project and it was capturing the attention of larger medical equipment companies. Our approach was so novel that no one had any projects remotely like ours. We held all of the intellectual property rights without challenge and any company that wanted to use our technology or ideas had to work with us. One large company in particular decided that the easier way was to buy us out and own all our patents. They hired Jeff’s firm to negotiate the sales. If the transaction was successful Jeff stood to make a hefty bonus from the transaction fee and I would become an instant millionaire because of my stock options.

Nature provided the backdrop and like the change in season our relationship also started to change. It was October and we were in the middle of fall. Jeff noticed the change in me first. After a torrid session initiated by me, Jeff said, “Jenn, I love you deeply and dearly. You have gained a lot of confidence in yourself. We started this relationship because you wanted to safely explore your fantasies and be dominated. I have fulfilled my part by helping you to explore this side of yourself safely. I also enjoyed guiding you, but you have grown so much in these past few months. Do you still have the need to be dominated?”

“Jeff, I have grown so much because of you,” I said quietly. “If I have strength, it is because you were there to provide it for me. I realize that this started when I said ‘let my fantasy begin’ but I do not want this to end. I am afraid that if I say the words, ‘my fantasy is over’, you will leave me. I love you so much I would do anything to be beside you. I offered to let you own me and I mean it. If want me to call you Master, I will please let me be part of your life.” I was sobbing and tears were streaming down my cheek.

“Jenn, as a true submissive you must trust me completely,” Jeff said while caressing my cheek and drying off my tears. “Trust me now.”

I looked at him with my eyes shining and moist. He was right, I needed to completely let go and trust him completely. “Jeff, my fantasy is over.” I looked up at him as tears welled up in my eyes.

Jeff reached over and grabbed a small case on the nightstand. He gave it to me. Inside was a gold choker necklace, almost like a dainty collar. Jeff said, “Jenn, I love you. Let this necklace be a symbol of my love to you. We started this relationship with your desire to be submissive to me, let this necklace remind you of that. Later, we will go shopping for a more traditional ring and I’ll ask you to be my wife.” With that he took the necklace out and clasped it around my neck.

I cried as we hugged and kissed. I heard him whisper, “We started this to meet your needs and fulfill your fantasy, we will now begin a new journey with our lives and live this fantasy together.”

Author’s info: Gender: female

Introduction:

A controlling female executive learns things she never imagined.

*** Based on a PM and some comments in a forum thread. I am writing another first for me. Please understand that this is entirely fictional/fantasy. Everyone has sexual fantasies and if you cannot write about them, or think about them, then what freedom does one really have? Please send me PM’s or write a Comment. I like getting feedback… and as you can see from this it gives me ideas.

I really hope you enjoy this story. My effort has hopefully done this genre justice.***

The Handsome Rapist

It was another fine day at the office, if you are really into the weekly Management Team Meeting. I was and took my career very seriously. That particular meeting agenda was important. I had planned what I was going to do at it for the lest ten days.

I guess you would have to know more about my past to understand what motivates me to do certain things.

I made all the right moves in University. Making sure I volunteered for all the Business School charity events, was active in the Student Union, and was a Varsity swimmer was just part of the plan. The other was to worked part time at a bank, and meet a man who was going to fit in well with my future plans. By the time I graduated with my MBA I was well set for a bright career. I had made all the right connections, had a great network of contacts, and made use of them to advance myself.

The fact I am beautiful made it easier. My 5’5”, 115 lbs body is fit, trim, and curvy in all the right places. My breasts are a C cup and full and firm and sit perfectly on my chest. My ass is sculpted from a lot of time at the gym and I know it catches attention. Men can be so easy, when they see me walking toward them they almost always smile, even if they are walking with another woman. I usually can catch a guy checking out my ass after I walk by. At work I always wear a jacket, skirt, feminine blouses, nylons and 3” heels. My long black hair is always styled conservatively. I go for manicures regularly and my spa days are twice a month. I take care to always be conservative with just a hint of sexy. Being Japanese gives me an exotic factor that is in my favour, but also throws people off as they assume, somewhat rightly, that I am a workaholic. My upbringing makes it very easy for me to maintain a calm public face no matter what is happening. I can act demure at the drop of a hat.

At work I am viewed as unattainable. I don’t date guys I work with and cut them off if they are asking me out. I love being underestimated because of my looks. It causes those who view me as an object to fall into whatever trap I lay for them.

I advanced to management by lulling my previous two bosses into a false sense of security and then turning on them, reporting their transgressions with proof, and always in the most innocent way.

Towards my coworkers, as I advanced, I was always very pleasant. I made time for them and worked at gaining their trust. It helped me to know what they were up to, manipulate things to my advantage, and ensure that I always performed just a bit better than them.

In short, I am a political animal and ruthless. The fact I can actually do my job very well helps. It had made me the youngest Manager in the Company. I had over 100 people reporting to me and the Supervisory Team below me. I answered to the Director of Operations. Admittedly, I had my eye on his position, but at the time thought I needed to play the game for another year, unless he committed a major error and I could topple him.

The guy I was dating while in University, I dumped him. He wanted to take all his qualifications and work in for a non-profit group. No incentives, no advancement, no acceptable compensation package. Despite his family background, and his father’s own ruthless nature and wealth, he decided this and wanted us to move into a middle class neighbourhood I wanted no part of. He was talking of marriage and me staying home with the kids. My base salary at the time was 125K per year without the bonuses. He made 60K per year. If he thought I was going to kiss off my career and stay home, he was obviously not paying attention. I did not get my MBA to end up a stay at home baby factory living on a tight budget because my husband was not smart enough in career choice, lacked motivation, and could not afford a Nanny for the kids.

My parents intentionally drove me to seek success and view every business situation as a form of war.

As I was growing up my mother spent hours explaining strategy, politics, and manipulation. She helped me to learn how to examine the battlefield and used all aspects of that environment to advantage. She taught me all the subtleties and nuances that battle on the business front entailed, and how to understand and know my opponent. It was one of the best things she ever did for me. She was like Sun Tzu, Miyamoto Musashi, and Nicollo Machiavelli all rolled into one.

She gave me a pair of framed quotes which still hand in my home to this day.

The first one, quoting Miyamoto Musashi, reads “”The important thing in strategy is to suppress the enemy’s useful actions but allow his useless actions”.

The second, quoting Niccolo Machiavelli, reads “If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.”

Whether applied to war, politics, or business they have served me well.

I always knew what I wanted and she prepared me to ensure I would know how to get it.

The day that changed my life I never saw coming, I never imagined it could happen to me so fast. Of course I knew that my rapid advancement would create feelings of envy, doubt about my character, or even anger in others. I always knew that someone would feel the need to try and pull me down, but I knew I was prepared to face all my opponents and spent considerable time meditating and preparing.

So there I was, sitting in the meeting. I had dressed carefully that day as I knew the CEO was coming to the meeting, which was rare. We had a major new directive coming down regarding our new Mission Statement and it’s implementation. I knew the details of what was going to be discussed already and was prepared to shine.

I choose a blue skirt that was conservative in style, but just tight enough to reveal my narrow waist and the curve of my ass. It was the right length, but combined with my tan sheer nylons showed the promise and beauty of my toned legs. My blouse was a scoop neck white silk, and just transparent enough to reveal a hint of my lace undergarments. The bra presented my cleavage beautifully, but did not reveal it clearly, unless I chose to bend over to reveal my tender smooth flesh . The blazer was tailored and gave me an overall conservative look. Without it on my look would be very sexy, but elegant.

When the presentation was done by the CEO he invited our input. I was well prepared and I presented my ideas perfectly. It appeared I had been giving thought to issues we were now discussing, but did not have the appearance of having been told anything in advance. Of course I had been tipped off by a would be romantic interest. Any statistics I used I was careful to closely ball park them or openly refer to my departments own reports, that had been carefully prepared for this very meeting.

My acting was flawless. My boss did not resent me, but I could tell he wished he had been able to share some of my new found accolades. The other Manager’s actually supported me and one even thanked me for capturing the CEO’s attention, as that Manager had not been prepared properly to even attend a regular meeting.

I am usually cautious with female Manager’s as they tend to be rather more intuitive than my male colleagues, but even they fell for it. It had gone so much better than I thought possible.

When the meeting concluded and we adjourned to a Country Club for the lunch I was asked to sit at the CEO’s table. I handled the lunch magnificently and the CEO told the VP of Operations, and my Director, that he wanted me assigned to the committee implementing the changes. They agreed and both supported me, but I did see my Director flinch when he heard it.

I knew what he was thinking, that he would have to watch his back. Musashi said “”In battle, if you you make your opponent flinch, you have already won.” In time I would finish him. Consciously he didn’t realize it yet, or understand the extent of the threat I represented.

After lunch I spoke to my Director and said everything necessary to make him feel better. I also hinted that if I would pass along anything of use to him, thus ensuring that both of us prospered and our Division looked better than the others. He believed me and appreciated that. I wanted him calm and to believe I posed no threat, but rather was his friend. His biggest shortcoming is that he has never been able to recognize an enemy.

When the CEO and Vice President invited me into a private room, of course I accompanied them. I could see an appreciation for my appearance in both their eyes. I used all my charm and expressed appreciation for their allowing me such a prestigious opportunity.

The CEO explained that between the meeting and lunch he had reviewed my file and was quite sure that I was perfect for the job. He indicated that he wished he had heard of me sooner. My Vice President offered me anything I needed.

They then began a discussion about the corporate structure and my placement in it. Because of various policies and memorandums they concluded that my current job title and assignment would create problems. On the spot they promoted me they gave me the title of Deputy Director, assigned to the position of Special Assistant to the Planning Committee.

That was massive as that committee was responsible for the Mission implementation, our Business Plans, Capital Planning and had a major voice in the budget. I asked what exactly I would be doing. I was told I would be their travelling eyes and ears, gather information from whatever area I was sent to, and be asked to draw up recommendations for review by the Committee. Basically I now had access to the entire Board, and their clout behind me. It also meant close contact with the CEO. I have no doubt that factored into his decision. I knew his wife, a frumpy shrew who held him in thrall simply by the financial cost of divorce. I knew he would be easy to manage if he even thought he had a chance to get his hands on my body.

The compensation package was roughed out and was substantial. I would have to work long hours and travel a great deal, but this was a huge opportunity and I accepted it. The CEO asked if I wanted to discuss it my my husband and I managed not to show any resentment, saying “I’m not married or currently involved.” His response was “Perfect.” I saw a look in his eyes and knew he was having some very pleasant ideas.

I left there with the Vice President, who broke the news to my Director at the office. Naturally I held onto my receptionist, she was very loyal and the transfer meant about $20K more a year for her. Megan was almost slavish in her devotion to me and always passed the trust exercises I tested her with, and they were often. A pretty young blonde woman only two years younger than me, she was very proud that she worked for me.

The new corner office was on the 19th floor and has a spectacular view. With fanatical zeal Megan was getting me settled in nicely. I particularly enjoyed choosing the furnishings and the opportunity to design my environment.

I decided it was time to celebrate and invited Megan out, along with Manager’s who I knew would be useful in the future if I ever came back as a Director. We went out to a very nice executive bar and had a great time.

That night changed my life. I never envisioned a complete stranger as being the one that would crack my armour and expose things about me that would prove a revelation.

Rarely do I ever get intoxicated, and never around people I work with. I had taken off my blazer and was enjoying relaxing and solidifying my ties with these people. It was interesting watching them jockey for my attention as I was now someone they deeply desired to have on their side.

At the end of the night I went outside, with Megan, to get her a taxi. She was not drunk, but was pretty well on the way. As we stood outside the bar she kept hugging me and thanking me. She kissed my cheek, which was a first, telling me how grateful she was and what an amazing woman I was. When she kissed my mouth I was caught off guard, I had not realized she liked women. I let the kiss linger for a few seconds, with my hand gently holding the back of her head, and when it ended I leaned back and said “You are so drunk…” laughing I continued “..and you’re molesting your Boss.”

She winked at me and said “I will do so much more if you like.” with a seductive look. I admit that I found her very appealing and it would not be my first encounter with a woman by any stretch, but this was not the time.

I leaned in and kissed her forehead, hugged her and said “That’s very sweet Megan, but lets talk about this another time okay?”

A look of worry crossed her face and she said “Are you mad at me? I’m so sorry Miss Tanaka.”

Still smiling I said “How can I be mad? I just think this is not the place or the time. I’m not sure it is even appropriate, but angry? Never, not with you.” I hugged her again and said “You have been drinking, don’t even worry about it or try and analyze it.”

Looking into her eyes she looked relieved but kind of worried. I leaned in and lightly kissed her and said “Your ride is here.” The kiss calmed her tremendously and I put her in the taxi and waved after closing the door.

I turned around to walk back in the bar and there was a guy standing nearby I had not noticed. He smiled at me and said “That was so fucking hot. You two are gorgeous together.”

Looking at him I simply said “Thanks” was all I and started walking again.

“Where are you going?” he asked stepping up to me as he dropped his cigarette and stepped on it.

He was about 6′ tall, wearing a leather coat over what appeared to be a bartender’s uniform from this establishment. He was very fit, clearly worked out, has short brown hair, blue piercing eyes, and quite honestly was very handsome. The way he moved suggested he was a strong personality, probably a very determined person. I could also see a large bulge in his pants.

Stopping again I said “Back inside” gesturing with my hand.

He was standing close to me and smiling down at me. His eyes glanced over my body and he said “Why?”

“My jacket is at the table still and I need it.” I replied softly.

“Okay” he said “Get your jacket and come back outside.” I looked at him and didn’t say anything, I just turned around and went to get it. What the hell was I doing? This might turn out to be a really bad idea, but I didn’t want to over think it.

I went back outside and he was standing leaning against the building. I stopped and looked at him. He raised an eyebrow and I walked over to him. He smiled and took my jacket from me and helped me put it on.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Saya, Saya Tanaka.” I said quietly. The way he was looking at me, that hard probing look in his eyes made me feel so tiny.

“Come with me Saya” he said, putting his arm around me and walking down the street with me away from the bar. My heart was starting to race, I was being stupid, this was really not smart. What the hell was I thinking doing this?

We walked and he asked me if I was married, do you live with anyone, are you seeing anyone. The answer to all the questions was “No” in a quiet voice.

We were passing an alley when he grabbed my arm and half dragging me pulled me down it. When we reached a secluded area he pushed my back against the wall and leaned into me.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt a tinge of real fear. There was no way I could stop what was about to happen. He moved like a tiger and I discovered his muscles were like cords of steel.

He placed one hand on my throat and leaned in. He didn’t kiss me, but sniffed his way from my cleavage, up my neck, and to my hair.

He made a low “Mmmmmmmmmm” sound and said “Do you taste as good as you smell? Lets find out.”

His other hand pulled up my skirt and his fingers slid up my thigh and when he reached my panties he said “I don’t like underwear” and ripped the lace, tearing them off. He took them in his hand and said “Open” as he held them by my mouth.

When I hesitated he slapped my face with the hand holding them and gripped my throat tighter. I cried out and he said low and menacingly “This is going to go one of two ways Cunt. You can either be a good slut or a bad slut. Bad sluts get their asses beat. What’s it going to be… are you a good slut or a bad slut?”

I stared at him, tears coming into my eyes, and meekly said “I’ll be good.”

“A good what bitch?” as he tapped my forehead with his index finger.

I whimpered and said “A good slut.”

“Then open your fucking mouth slut.” he growled.

I immediately did so and he shoved the panties in my mouth.

He ran his hand down over my face and to my chest, and slapped my still clothed tits “That was for hesitating to answer” he said. He pulled back his hand and slapped them hard again and said “That was because I wanted to.” smiling evilly.

I was crying and my tits hurt. My head was pressed against the wall and I could do nothing. I was breathing hard through my nose because he had gagged me with my torn panties and I was very afraid now, wondering what was to come.

He leaned in and licked my face, tasting my tears. I could not turn away because of his grip. Leaning back and looking into my eyes he said “I like the taste of your tears… you are so beautiful when you cry.”

I whimpered and he kissed my neck.

His free hand now moved down between my legs and he roughly jammed two fingers into my pussy. I was crying and whimpering as he roughly fucked my pussy with his meaty fingers.

When he stopped he brought them up before us so we could both see them. They were coated with my juices, I had gotten wet from his treatment.

“Look at this you fucking whore.” He laughed “This is turning you on. You’re a seriously fucked up little cunt aren’t you? See how wet you are?’

He licked his fingers and said “That is a really sweet tasting cunt you have there. You are going to be my sweet little fuck meat tonight.”

He reached back down and began roughly finger fucking me again, this time though he curled his fingers upwards and made sure his thumb was smashing hard against my clit. I was still whimpering when he started this and then heard myself moan when my body shook.

“Holy shit you fucking whore! You really are a fucking little Asian cunt. You like this, getting your slutty little shaved pussy finger fucked in a nasty alley.” he was saying this into my ear and was still licking my face, gathering my tears.

My body betrayed me completely and I knew this rapist was going to make me cum all over his fingers. When I came my body convulsed and the only thing holding me up was his powerful hand around my throat. He was laughing at me and biting my ear as I rocked through my forced orgasm. I was so ashamed that he made me cum.

He took his fingers out of my soaking pussy and brought them up to my mouth. He smeared them over my cheeks and told me to sniff them. I could smell my juices as he rubbed them around.

He reached back down and slapped my pussy hard. I screamed into my torn panties as he spanked my pussy and my inner thighs. The tears he loved to taste kept flowing as he greedily licked them off of my face.

When he roughly started finger fucking me again he was doing it so hard he was almost lifting me off the ground with the force of it. My tears were flowing freely and running down my face. I was humiliated that I was being made to cum by this way. He was using my body for what he wanted.

He made me shudder through another orgasm and brought his hand up. He released my throat, jamming his thigh between my legs hard to keep my from falling, crushing it into my cunt. My bare ass scraped against the brick behind me.

He ripped the gag out of my mouth with one hand and jammed his thick fingers, coated with my own juices in, making me taste myself. He fucked my mouth with his fingers saying “Suck them”. I knew better than to try and defy him and did as I was told. He laughed at me and pulled his fingers out. He held them in front of my mouth and said “Lick them”

I reached out with my tongue and began licking them as he rotated his hand around, making me clean them for him.

He lowered his hand and brought both to my chest, mauling my breasts through my blouse and bra. My whimpers were clearly audible now.

“You are a serious piece of ass slut.” he said as he continued molesting my tits. “Your probably hot shit at work right whore?” I nodded and he said “Use you words cunt” he growled.

“Yes” I said.

“Probably have a nice office. Everyone was kissing your ass tonight. You a rich cunt?”

“No, not rich.” I said meekly as he crushed my breasts cruelly making me cry out.

“Fucking liar. Everything about you screams money. How much do you make?” he demanded.

“175 a year” I managed to whimper out with the pain he was causing.

“You suck cock at work to get ahead, or are you a fucking tease?”

“I’ve never sucked cock at work.” I said a little too proudly.

He slapped my tits making me scream in pain. “Who was the little slut you were kissing?”

“My receptionist, Megan.” I moaned out.

“You ever fuck that?” He asked.

“No, that was the first time we did that.” I whimpered, the pain he was causing my breasts as he slapped and kneaded them was becoming too much.

He took a hold of my blouse and ripped it open, tearing the expensive garment in half, torn threads hanging from it. He looked down at my bra encased tits and said “Those are some hot fucking tits” and he pulled out a small knife from his pocket.

I screamed and he slapped my face causing my head to hit the wall. I was dazed by the pain as he took the knife and cut my bra off. Through the ringing in my head I felt him grab my nipples and twist them, almost tearing them off he was so rough. “Oh yeah cunt. Your fucking nipples are perfect. I could do this to you all night.”

He kept twisting them making me cry out and started slapping them again between twists. I was a wreck and started to fall over to the side. My breasts were on fire and my sensitive nipples hurt so much I expected to see blood on his hands. He grabbed my throat hard with one hand pulled me upright and pushed my head back so it hit the wall. If it wasn’t for my thick hair I am sure I would have been knocked out.

He stopped abusing my tits and leaned back looking at them. He was smiling as he began gently caressing them. After his abuse, this still hurt, but he new touch although painful had a new element and I was feeling pleasure. The humiliation was so hard to take.

“You don’t have to do this” I said through tears “I will do what you want.”

He looked me in the eyes and said “I am doing what I want. I wanted to abuse your sweet fucking body from the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re so fucking beautiful Saya, and pain looks really hot on you… I love your fucking tears, the way you whimper like only a good little Asian slut can. Your big expressive eyes. Those full lips that are just begging to be kissed and fucked. I’ve raped a lot of women but your the Slut Queen. Your such a delicious little fuck toy. Your tits look so good, I bet the bruises will be so fucking hot on you. I think I’m addicted to you.”

When he was done speaking he leaned in and lightly kissed me. He leaned back and looked into my eyes and I knew what he wanted, and I obeyed. When he kissed me again I opened my mouth and kissed him back, sliding my hands up and gently placing them on his hard chest. I knew what he would do if I didn’t give him what he wanted, I had no choice. I was so conflicted about this and hated the fact I noticed he was a really good kisser. After a couple of minutes of hot kissing he leaned back and looked down at me. I could see he was pleased.

“That was very good my sweet little slut. Your lips were as nice to kiss as I thought they would be.” he said gently.

He leaned down and started licking my tits and the gentle oral attention felt good on my skin. I should have known better. He began lightly licking my nipples, gently sucking on them, and then suddenly bit me hard and slapped my other tit. I screamed at the shock and he did the same to the other breast slapping the breast he had made wet with his tongue. He began sucking as much of my tits as he could into his mouth and biting them painfully. He drew back and said “Fucking great tits. Look at them.” he ordered.

I looked down. My beautiful tits, the objects of so many lustful filled stares from men, and a point of pride for me, were a flaming red. I could see his teeth marks on them and the hints of the bruises they would have from his abuse.

“Do you like that? Do you like the way they look?” he asked staring at them with admiration.

“It does not matter what I think, you like them that way” I said. Where the hell did that come from I thought to myself and felt a rush of humiliation.

He jerked my neck causing me to look in his eyes and said “That’s the most romantic thing I have ever heard, and fucking hot. You are a Good Slut.”

He leaned in and kissed me hotly, moving his hands and wrapping his arms around me, holding me tightly to him. There I was, my jacket open, my blouse torn to shreds hanging under it, my skirt forced up around my waist, with my torn panties laying on the ground next to us. All of that and I was passionately sucking face with my rapist, devouring his tongue. As humiliated as I felt I now also thought I was a depraved slut. I could not believe how this was making me feel. I had no idea how depraved he would make me.

He ended our kiss and smiled at me “You don’t even understand what you are in for do you?”

“No” I said honestly.

He set me back down gently and smiled at me sweetly, his left hand gently caressing my face and running through my hair “It’s almost a shame, but not quite.”

When his right hand slapped me full force in the face I was caught off guard and fell to the side and backward from it, slamming into the wall and landing on my stomach on the ground.

“You just a fucking whore, a slut, and I am going to use you like one.” he said as I was laying on the ground, my head spinning from the hit. I knew I had blood coming from my mouth. I tried to lift myself up but the world was spinning. My knees hurt and I knew my nylons were ruined. He had hit me so hard I lost my left shoe.

As I was struggling to get up I felt him wrap a fist in my hair and he jerked me to my knees and then pushed my head back down into the pavement.

“That ass is a work of art. Holy shit it’s nice. You have a fucking great body slut. Thanks for sharing it.” and he started spanking my ass, alternating cheeks and sometimes my pussy. I was crying and whimpering and started begging him to stop. When I did that he shoved his fingers back into my pussy.

“Shut up, I told you, this is what I want slut.” as he finger fucked me roughly.

“I can’t believe how wet you are you twisted little bitch.” he laughed as he did it. He forced me to cum again and went back raining hit down on my poor tender ass. My position left no protection and he beat me until my throat was raw from my cries and all I could do was whimper.

“Oh shit this is so fucking hot. I wish you could see your ass, the welts are so fucking hot on you.” he said softly.

When he leaned forward and kissed my asshole I jerked.

“Oh. Whats the matter slut? Never had that fine ass fucked?” he asked

“No. Never.” I said quickly, hoping he wouldn’t do anything to me that way. Anal sex fucking hurt. I had not seen his cock, but the bulge looked fucking huge last time I saw it.

I did not realize he was naked behind me until I felt his unprotected cock at the entrance to my pussy.

“You on the pill slut?” he asked

“No, it makes me sick” I said

“Really… well lets get some baby batter in there and see what pops out.”

“No!” was all I managed to say before he drove a cock that felt like it was as big as a cock deep into my cunt. He slapped my ass and said “You a tight fucking slut. When was the last time you had cock in your pussy?”

I whimpered out “5 months.”

“That is such a fucking waste of prime cunt.” he said as he started fucking in and out of me. I was crying out as he was slamming into my cervix and it hurt. He would hold himself inside and grind against it loving the feel. I was begging him tearfully but stop but he just ignored me. He kept fucking away at me, my tits grazing the pavement painfully under me.

“I’m going to knock you up whore.” my nameless rapist said.

Whimpering as he fucked me and he didn’t seem to care how much noise I made. He thoroughly fucked and used my precious pussy, a sweet tight little hole only a few men had ever experienced. When I felt an orgasm building I started to cry, full body wracking sobs, because I was utterly betrayed and humiliated, degraded and defeated. I was enjoying this and that was so fucking wrong.

As I heard him saying “Fuck yeah slut, gonna cream you up real good” he gripped my hips and ground his cock deep in me until I knew his head was sitting right at my cervical opening. He pulled me back as far as he could and I managed to scream as he forced the head into my womb, his big cock swelling as he shot a hot stream of his potent cum directly into my womb. My orgasm hit and my rapist cried out as he felt my pussy flexing, milking him, trying to get every drop of cum from his balls.

I collapsed completely, but he still held my hips up, keeping himself locked inside me. I was crying and he said “That is the best cunt I have ever cum in. Holy shit. That’s not bullshit either.”

He was panting and he brought a hand around from my hip, gently caressing the globes of my ass.

Suddenly I heard a male voice say “Holy shit! You got the Japanese bitch? I’ve been wanting to rape that cunt since I first saw her!”

My rapist replied “It was easy, she came along so sweet and she is such a good little slut.”

The other male stepped around us and arrived up by my head. “Man you really fucked her shit up dude.” he said. “You fuck her face yet?”

“No. This slut is going to get all my cum in her cunt, and only her cunt. She isn’t on the pill.”

The second guy laughed and said “You’re gonna knock her up?”

My Handsome Rapist caressed me gently and said “Hey, she is fucking hot and the kid is going to be gorgeous, I am going to enjoy seeing her pregnant. Hope it’s a girl.”

I laid there hearing this and just died inside. My mind broke I think, I just could not function, stopped feeling and felt no emotions at all. What had I gotten myself into?

I didn’t react when the new arrival grabbed my hair and pulled my up onto all fours and shoved his smelly cock in my mouth. I remembered having seen him at the bar a few times, a bus boy I think. He was ugly and hygiene was clearly optional with him. Once he was well positioned he held my head tight and raped my mouth.

Watching this happen must had spurned Handsome Rapist on. His cock didn’t get soft and he just let the force of my mouth being raped move my body back and forth on his cock, his head lodged inside my womb still. He was moaning and commenting on what an amazing fuck I was.

The guy fucking my face asked if he could try out my cunt and I heard “Fuck no, she is going to be mine. All mine. Is she good with sucking cock?”

“Oh yeah, bitch opened up real good.” I think my broken mental state just allowed him into me since I was detached. I don’t even think I gagged. When he filled my mouth with cum I could not swallow it all and it dribbled onto my chin.

Handsome Rapist took it all in and it had aroused him big time. He yelled out “Oh shit I’m gonna nut in you again slut.” as he shot his second hot load deep into me.

After a few moments he let me go and I fell onto my side on the ground. My ripped clothes hanging about me, panting for air. I did not even try to get up.

They stood up and I watched in a detached way as they both lit cigarettes and discussed something about Smelly Guy’s work schedule. I didn’t pay much attention until I heard Smelly Guy say “Hey, can I fuck her ass?”

My original rapist looked down at me and seemed to be thinking. “Yeah, okay, but if you go near her cunt I swear I will kick the shit outta you.”

“Relax man, I heard you the first time.”

Stepping up to me Smelly Guy picked pulled me up and forced me to stand, he bent me over a stinking garbage can and spit on my ass. He leaned in and licked it for a while, then shoved two fingers inside and started stretching it. He didn’t care that I was whimpering, my legs weakly flailing. He didn’t care that I was crying or that he was about to do something no one ever had.

He took his finger out, lined up his cock and forced it inside. I felt like I was tearing apart, but lacked the strength to even scream. There was nothing pleasant about this, my asshole was burning as began raping it, violating my final hole, using me like an anal fuck toy. I simply laid there. I don’t know how long he fucked me but when he came he yanked my hair pulling my face up, as his cock finished throbbing it cum deep into my bowels he jerked my head around as he pulled me up. He said “Thanks cunt, nice ass.” and spit on my swollen and cheek.

He let me go and I fell to the ground. I was in so much pain and so broken I could not move at all. I just laid there. I was not even crying. I had no more tears left.

“Here” I heard Smelly Guy say. Glancing over I saw him handing my Handsome Rapist some money. “You always get the best sluts.” He walked away leaving us alone.

He looked into my eyes and said “Are you really not on birth control.”

I mumbled “Yes” very quietly.

“I thought you were kidding about that.” he said

“No. But don’t worry about it.”

“Can I ask you a question?” he said as he gently kissed my forehead.

“Sure.”

“Why… why did you use our service? I mean I could not believe it when I read the information card and saw your picture. Your one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I’ve never felt guilt for doing what I am paid to do before… but you just seemed so… I don’t know, together.”

I leaned my head back and kissed his chin. I replied “I wanted to know.”

“Know what?” he looked concerned.

“What it’s like to be raped. I wanted to know what it was like to have no control, to not be making the decisions. What is is like to just give over… to be used, instead of using. To have a man just fucking use me without worshipping me like a precious little princess. I had to know.”

He kissed me gently and said “Well… what did you think. I tried my best, I really did.”

“I felt humiliated, degraded. I felt like a victim… a fucking sex toy. I had no control and you did everything I asked for and more. You helped me explore myself. I never knew I could ever enjoy that.” I said quietly cuddling into him. I added “I have tomorrow and then the weekend off work. I should be fine by Monday.”

“Saya, I’m going to get you home. If you like, I can stay with you. You need some TLC after all that.” he said as he gently caressed my hair.

“I don’t want any attachment forming, so lets keep this professional. For three days of TLC how much?” I asked.

“That will be three grand.” he said

“That’s fine. One other thing. I don’t want you to tell me your name. I am going to call you either Handsome or Mr. Smith, Understand?”

“Yes.” he said.

“You know Mr. Smith, the payback for this when I am healthy is going to be a bitch.”

“What?” he said.

“I plan to hire you another evening. There is something else I want to try. I want to see a man cry at my hands. There are things I want to do to you, things that will not be all together pleasant for you. Can you handle it?” I said.

“For you, to be under your control… I would definitely make an exception to my usual rules.” he replied.

Having settled that he carried me to my Mercedes. We drove to my home and I admit, My Handsome Rapist was a very talented Nurse as well.

Introduction:

A young woman forced to marry a horrible man finds joy in her life.

*This is a work of pure fiction and a new story for me. Not part of any other series. I hope you like it. Sorry I was away for a couple of months and thank you to everyone who sent me PMs asking me to start writing again. I assure you there will be more All for Mr. Redman and Yukio’s Adventures.

English is not my first language but I am trying to improve!**

A Teacher’s Release

My name is Sugihara Seiko. Since moving to North America I have had to explain many times that my first name is Seiko. Sugihara is my married name, the name of my husband’s family. I come from a traditional family, one that has a long history.

My marriage to my husband’s family, which was not as esteemed as my own, was one of politics and business. My father was business partner’s with my husband and had urged me strongly to consider marriage into my husband’s very wealthy merchant family. I was not pleased by it. My husband was 20 years older than I was, a very controlling man, and he had a tendency toward perversion when it came to sex.

At age 24 I was married to him, having freshly graduated from University. I graduated from Todai, the University of Tokyo, generally regarded as Japan’s most prestigious University. It had been my intention to be a Sensei, a teacher, but my marriage to Hiro ruined that dream. I harboured much resentment to that, but did as my father had asked and married Hiro anyway.

My wedding day was not joyous to me, but I appeared as a happy bride and made sure that Hiro never sensed any of the resentment I had toward him. My wedding night was a nightmare and I discovered for the first time what my husband was like.

To help you understand, I was always considered a beautiful woman. I have long black hair, stand 5’6” tall, and weigh 115lbs. My measurements are 34C-22-33. My skin is flawless and silky smooth, with only a hint of tan to it. My eyes I have been told are mesmerizing. They are large and are amber coloured. This unique feature captures the attention of men almost as much as my body. I am very fit from regular work outs and swimming daily.

My husband was 5’4” tall, had a pudgy build, and an ugly face with a perpetual scowl on it. His eyes were too close together and the set of his brows made him look just what he was, cruel. Although only 44 years old he looked 54. He smoked constantly and drank far too much on a regular basis. His stocky legs, sagging belly, and flat ass were in no way attractive to me. His cock was also a thing of great disappointment. It was small, about four inches at most, and was not very thick at all. Normally this would not have been an issue, but he would cum in less time than it took to boil an egg at the best of times. Usually, he would cum after perhaps ten thrusts.

On our wedding night we stayed at a very upscale hotel. It was exceedingly modern, and our three room luxury suite was the best they had.

When we entered the lobby many people looked at us probably wondering how he had managed to marry me. I have always been able to control my facial reactions and appeared to all as a happy bride. As soon as we got on the elevator Hiro turned to me and began pawing at my body with his pudgy hands.

“Such a good wife, now you will learn how to please me Seiko… are you going to be a good wife?” he asked leering into my face. All I could smell was the stink of bad cigarettes and alcohol on his breath, and when I saw his darkly yellowed teeth I almost lost composure.

“Of course my husband, I am so happy you wanted to marry me.” I said and managed to sound convincing.

When we left the elevator I found out that his lack of manners was almost complete. He practically dragged me by the arm to our suite and once the door was open he pushed me inside, nearly causing me to loose my balance.

Pushing down on my shoulders he ordered me to take off his shoes. I did so, but did not dare look up at him. I did not want to see his leering eyes watching me do this for him. Slipping off my own sandals I was left in my tabi socks.

He pulled my to my feet and began roughly yanking on my obi, trying to remove it so he could open my kimono. Deciding to save my beautiful clothing from harm I offered to get him a drink and disrobe for him. He smiled at that and said simply “Go”.

I walked over to the bar and prepared him a triple scotch, knowing what he likes. I walked over to him and offered it to him properly. He took it from my hand and said he needed a cigarette. I smiled and turned around and went to the bar and opened a package for him. I selected one and put it between my lips and lit if for him, before walking over and placing it gently between his lips. I do not smoke and find the practice of lighting his cigarettes offensive, but he likes my lipstick on them and enjoys making me do it for him.

I walked back and stood about six feet away from him. I slowly disrobed, making it as sensuous as I could, revealing my body to him teasingly, trying to make this pleasant for him, while at the same time protecting my clothing. All the while I was imagining I was a Great Lady and that I had just married a great and handsome Daimyo (Lord) of old. My imaginary husband was noble, samurai, and all that the romantic stories promised. My Prince Charming in western terms.

I was brought back to reality when my real husband snapped “Enough Wife” and got out the chair quickly. He advanced on me rapidly and grabbed my wrist pulling me to him. He locked his mouth onto mine and began kissing me, his tongue invading my mouth, while he held my head in place. He was twisting my hair in his fist, ruining the hours of time spent making my hair perfect for the wedding. It hurt and his kiss tasted foul.

Leaning back Hiro looked at my flawless breasts and said “I am going to enjoy using you Seiko, you are lovely, a body likes your will look so perfect when I begin to do all the things I have planned for you. Women are nothing but sluts inside, and you will be my perfect and obedient slut.”

Hiro pushed me to my knees and tore his own clothes off quickly, revealing his unattractive body to me for the first time. I knew why my father had wanted me to marry him, but for the first time I felt hatred for my father. How could he do this to me? How could he ever think I would be happy with this pig of a man? I know that my happiness was not of primary concern, but I had to wonder if my father had deluded himself into thinking this low bred smelly bastard was even capable of pleasing me.

His cock was already hard and he grabbed my hair again and said “Open you mouth.”

I did so and he rammed his cock into my mouth. I was easily able to accommodate it’s size and he suddenly pushed me back on the floor. “You fucking slut!!! You whore… I was told you were a virgin, but you have done that before!” How to explain that I had not, that he simply had a cock that was easily taken orally because of it’s limited size?

“But husband I am a virgin! I have never seen a cock before and yours is so beautiful. I don’t know anything about this and thought I was doing it right! I’m so sorry husband if I have done something wrong.” I pleaded in my defence.

Hiro slapped my breasts hard causing me to fall backward and knelt over my legs. “We will see and if you are lying you will suffer! I will not tolerate a wife who has given herself to another man!” He snarled at me, as he roughly jammed his fat finger into my dry pussy. It hurt badly and I felt his finger hit my hymen. I turned my head away and brought my hands to my face hiding the shame that was flushing my cheeks. So many older men were gentle and considerate lovers, my friends had said so, but this evil man was clearly the exception and now I was married to him.

He grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my face, he then grabbed my chin and screamed “Look at me!” I opened my eyes, tears streaming from them and regarded his seemingly black eyes, seeing the cold dead heart he had clearly in them.

“You are lucky slut… if you ever allow another man to touch you I will kill you for being an unfaithful wife… for being a dirty whore. You are my whore, do you understand?”

“Yes husband!” I screamed in fear.

“Good… never forget who’s wife you are!” He roared. How could I? This was hell and he was a demon sent to torment me.

He got off of my thighs and roughly shoved them apart. He positioned himself between them and leaned down licking my face and neck. I turned my head away and he appeared not to care. There was no need to pretend being a devoted lover. He did not care if I wanted him or not, I was being a good wife in his mind by simply spreading myself for him.

When his mouth reached my perfect breasts he seized one of my nipples in his teeth and bit it very hard. I screamed loudly and felt his cock suddenly try to shove into my dry pussy. He sat back and spit on my pussy and jammed a finger into it, making me cry out again. He spread his saliva around and lined up again and without ceremony or warning shoved his cock back into my poor virginal pussy. He tore my hymen with the thrust and my pussy burned in pain. He started thrusting immediately without any care for the pain he was giving me. I was still crying loudly when in a short time I felt his body go rigid and he spewed his foul seed deep into my battered pussy.

He fell downwards, laying on my body panting. I was not sure how I was supposed to feel at this point. So many of my girlfriends had told me wonderful stories of their adventures sexually, but this was not a wonderful story. It did not reflect any of the things they said. I had defended my virtue and protected it until the age of 24, only to have it brutally taken from me by a rutting pig of a man.

He climbed off of me apparently very satisfied with himself and said “You were good wife… did you enjoy that? The first cock into your heavenly gate?”

I muttered “Yes husband, thank you.” and wondered how stupid was he to believe that. I saw his chest swell with pride as he went over and got himself another drink. I was left laying on the carpeted floor, his cum and my blood leaking out of my agonized pussy. At that moment I knew I hated my father for this. I also hated my husband.

He lit another cigarette and sat down to enjoy his drink and turned the television on.

I slowly got up, and with my hand cupping my wounded pussy, I walked slowly to the shower, bent over. He paid me no mind at all. I went into the shower and turned it on and sat on the toilet. I did what I needed to do, feeling the tears still streaming down my face. Marriage is not supposed to be like this, I knew that.

I got into the shower and began washing his stink and cum off of me. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard him open the bathroom door. He came to the shower and slid the door open and walked inside, naked with his ugly cock hard.

“Bathe me” he said. I did so as dutifully as I could manage.

When I was finished rinsing him he began pawing at my breasts again, capturing the nipples between his fingers and twisting them painfully. I was crying out and whimpering which only seemed to inflame him more. He began slapping them and said “I love seeing the redness on them, it looks so good on your skin.”

“Turn around and bend over” he added.

I did so, hating it, but glad he could not see my face anymore as my hair fell down over me, covering my shame. He began spanking my vulnerable ass, laughing and commenting on how good it looked. I was crying and wondering why he had to be so cruel. When he spanked my sore pussy I almost dropped to my knees. He seemed to be spanking me everywhere, my ass, pussy, and thighs.

“It is so good to see you can be an obedient wife. Your worth everything I had to do for your family… and now I get to fuck your high class body, use you, and punish you for all the times I was looked down on by women like you.” he said with clear joy in his voice.

I felt his cock rubbing along my pussy lips and up to my ass. The only lubrication was the water and the soap still on my body. I did not feel anything for him and was not juicing up on my own. When his cock head began hitting my asshole and I realized his intention I screamed out “NO! Not that please!”

He slapped my ass hard and said “You will take whatever your husband gives you!”. He grabbed a hold of my hips and rammed his cock into my ass. I screamed and nearly collapsed, my ass was on fire and felt as if it was being torn open. He began rapidly pounding my ass and I was screaming the entire time.

Fortunately for me he finished quickly in my ass. His cum filling my sore bottom and he pulled out laughing.

He grabbed my hair and turned me around making me kneel before him and shoved his cock into my mouth. I tried to pull away. He responded by grabbing my breast painfully and yelled “Clean your husband’s cock!” I resisted for a moment, but when he began crushing my breast in his hand I relented. I cleaned his wilted soft cock and he just turned and walk out of the shower.

I sat there feeling completely violated, tears running down my cheeks. He yelled “Get out here! Don’t be lazy!”

I managed to come out of the shower and he made me towel him off. He kissed me roughly and left the bathroom whistling happily. I knelt there and then slowly made my way back into the shower to clean myself again.

When I came out he was already asleep. I crawled into the bed as far away from him as I could and curled up. I fell asleep eventually, only to find my dreams tormented by what I had endured.

In the morning he got up and dressed. I was awakened when he yelled at me to get up and get his coffee. I did so and served it to him. He refused to let me dress and kept running his hands over me. He said he had to go out, but to make sure I was faithful, he had something for me.

He produced a chastity belt, an old style and ornate looking one. He fixed it to me and locked it, placing the key in his pocket. “This will prevent you from giving in to your slutty desire to cheat. A whore like you needs cock all the time and I will not have you spreading yourself for anyone but me.”

He then left and I looked at this cage he had affixed to me. It was not comfortable to wear and I hated it. This was not the middle ages and my loathing for him grew. I gradually dressed and was forced to wait for his return.

That wedding night set the tone for our marriage. He was vile, controlling in all ways. I was not even permitted to leave our house to buy groceries. He had a service that I could call and made sure only women delivered anything to me. My clothing was also dealt with. Using his wealth he had women or very old men come to provide me with the finest in carefully tailored clothes. The majority of the time he insisted I wear expensive traditional kimonos at home as he did not want me getting crazy western notions.

As a result of my dutiful behaviour my father’s wealth increased dramatically, my husband investing in all my father’s business ventures. I understood that my happiness and body had been traded for wealth. It did not reduce my loathing for the situation, but at least I had the satisfaction of knowing I was doing my duty and that my own personal honour had increased as a result. The only visitors I was permitted were my family and women of my husband’s choosing. The ones he chose had only one objective, I soon realized, to try and bait me into saying anything negative about him. I did not as I caught on quickly to their games.

My husband informed me one evening that he had made a purchase of controlling shares in a company located in the United States, and that he had purchased a home there. We would be moving there for at least a year so that he could closely oversee things there. I knew I would be living under basically house arrest there, as I had for the four years of marriage hell I had endured to that point.

I was not excited at all. My husband strongly warned me about how American men are evil and will try to seduce me, how all they think about is football, beer, and fucking pretty Asian women. That was the only time my since my wedding night my husband had said anything remotely suggesting I was pretty. I did think that I was not worried about American men, how could they be any worse than the cruel beast I was married to. I was completely deprived of any sexual satisfaction by the combination of the chastity belt and his pathetic fucking. I used to masturbate regularly, but even that had been taken away from me.

By all appearances I was a happy wife. Inside I was dead and barely clinging to my desire to live. The only thing keeping me going was the knowledge of what I was doing for my family. If I took my own life Hiro would use everything he had to destroy my father.

We arrived in America and moved to New York City. The best part of the move was that I spent an entire day without my chastity belt. It would not have passed airport security. I managed to bring myself satisfaction a few times in the aircraft bathroom, but that was all, and only when Hiro was asleep.

New York City seemed exciting, and I wished I could have seen it. Hiro kept me secluded and I settled into a truly lonely life, deprived of my family and anything resembling a social life. Hiro would take me out with his business associates, but during those times I was paraded like a trophy and not permitted to speak to them. He forbade me from speaking any English in order to “Keep the dirty minded American’s from getting any ideas,” he said.

Hiro was full of shit. The men and their wives seemed very kind and I detected that they realized what a beast my husband was. Whatever they thought was not even close to the truth, but they were always kind to me despite the apparent language barrier. Hiro did not allow me to accept any invitations to spend time with the wives, since “American wives are all sluts, spoiled and undisciplined.” he would claim.

I knew he was lying, he just did not want me out of his sight. His obsessive jealously and his temper would not allow it. He was a profoundly insecure man.

Everything changed for me one evening. I was alone at home, as usual, and was taking care of the laundry. There was a knock at the door and I looked at the monitor and saw two uniformed NYPD Officers standing there. I hesitated, having been forbidden to open the door. But they simply kept buzzing.

Deciding I had better speak to them I made my way to the door and opened it. They both removed their hats and one nodded at me by way of greeting.

They were both Caucasian, but the one officer bowed deeply and then said in flawless Japanese “We are very sorry to disturb you. I am Sgt. Daniel Martin, this is Officer Joseph Prelazzi. Do I have the honour of speaking to Mrs. Sugihara Seiko? ”

I responded in Japanese “Yes, I am Mrs. Sugihara. How may I help you?”

He looked uncomfortable for a moment and said “Mrs. Sugihara, may we please come inside. We have some rather distressing information for you concerning your husband and these matters are best discussed in private.”

The other Officer clearly did not understand what was being said. I looked back at Sgt Martin and said “Yes please, welcome to our home. May I offer you both some tea Sgt. Martin?”

They came inside and Sgt. Martin slipped his shoes off. Officer Prelazzi watched him do this and mimicked his action.

“No thank you Mrs. Sugihara. Is there someplace we can sit down and talk?” he asked.

“Of course, if you would both please follow me.” I replied and lead them to the living room.

I heard Sgt. Martin say to Officer Prelazzi “Remember what I said. You wont’ see any emotion on her face. Just accept that. It means nothing to us… everyone reacts differently. With her it is cultural, keep your face clear and for the love of god don’t hug her or touch her, no matter how bad you feel for her.”

“Sure Sarge, thanks.” he replied.

When we reached the living room and they were seated I carefully sat and said “What information concerning my husband do you wish to share?” I asked calmly realizing what they were about to tell me, practically praying for it. I continued in Japanese as it was clear someone had told them I only spoke Japanese.

“Mrs. Sugihara, it is with the deepest regret that I have to inform you that your husband, Mr. Sugihara Hiro, died this evening of an apparent heart attack. We are profoundly sorry to tell you this, and you have the deepest sympathy of the City of New York and the New York Police Department.”

I waited a few moments and said “You are quite certain it is my husband who has died?” I managed not to smile. This was the best news I had received in a very long time.

“Yes Ma’am. He was with a man he works with at the time of his death.” He replied. “We would however like to request that you come with us. We need to positively identify your husband and we can then provide you with his personal property and other items you will require.

“I understand. Thank you Sgt. Martin for the kindness of coming here to do what is a very difficult duty I am sure. May I ask you a question?” I replied.

“Certainly Mrs. Sugihara.” he replied very professionally.

“At the time of my husband’s death, where was he precisely and what was he doing?”

Sgt Martin looked a bit uncomfortable and said “He was at a hotel in Manhatten. He was there with the other gentleman and they were in the company of two female escorts. Your husband… your husband passed while… sharing company with one of them.”

I did not react and mentally figured that made sense. I wanted to send her a thank you card for fucking that bastard to death. I was free of him, I did not think of money or anything else, only that I was finally free of him… and far sooner than I dared dream possible, and in a manner that meant my family was safe.

“Thank you Sgt. Martin for telling me that. That also could not have been easy. I will change to come with you now if that is your wish.” I offered.

“That would be best Mrs. Sugihara. Please understand that we are very sorry and that this has happened. You have our deepest condolences.” he replied. I could tell he meant it and felt bad that he would go home feeling he had told me something horrible when this was one of the best days of my life.

I stood and both the Police Officers stood and remained standing until I had left the room. As I was changing I heard them talking.

Officer Prelazzi said “What did you say to her?”

“I told her everything… broke the news of his death. She asked where he was and what he was doing when he died. I was not going to lie to her, never do that by the way. If they ask you tell them no matter how shitty it might be. They will always find out and be very pissed off if you lied to them. You think you’re doing them a favour, but your not.” Sgt Martin replied.

“Okay, I don’t get it. She is drop dead gorgeous and he is out banging some hooker? I saw the hooker and she was nothing special. What an idiot.” Officer Prelazzi said.

“Let me tell you something, I’ve been doing this job 15 years and I don’t think I will ever figure out why people do the dumb shit they do. I can tell you this… she has a very upper class manner of speaking and is very traditional. She is one cool customer. That’s a Japanese Lady my friend, so just keep your eyes to yourself and don’t stare. She is a real looker, but you don’t look okay?”

“No problem Sarge, I won’t. I was just making an observation.” Officer Prelazzi replied.

I changed into a black pencil skirt, white blouse, and black jacket. The tailored outfit looked good and I enjoyed the way it made me feel. I was wearing black and yet I felt like wearing my best party dress. I actually laughed to myself and when I looked at my reflection I allowed my happiness to show and did a little dance. I composed myself and went back out to see the Officers.

They both stood again as I entered and we put our shoes on and left my home. I immediately decided that I was going to redecorate and make it the kind of home I wanted. I was not going to move back to Japan. I would have my husband’s ashes sent to his family. I pondered that and decided I better go back with them for the sake of appearances.

At the morgue I saw to my great satisfaction it was my husband. I signed for and received his personal items, including a small key they has listed as “Antique Key – possibly safe.”

Sgt. Martin and Officer Prelazzi drove me home afterwards. They were both very polite and professional. Sgt Martin offered to help me if I needed any assistance or had any other questions. When they left I immediately sat down and wrote a letter, by hand, to the Chief of the NYPD to commend their conduct during this “difficult time”. I laughed as I sealed and addressed the envelope. Difficult time, I could not have been happier.

That being done I took off the chastity belt and smashed it to pieces with a hammer. I then spent close to four hours masturbating and looking at porn on the internet. That was something I never did before because the torture of not being able to touch myself was too great. I climaxed loudly many times and only stopped due to exhaustion.

I arranged for my husband cremation at dawn the next day and booked a flight back to Japan.

Once in Japan I ensured that my husbands ashes were interred in a manner befitting his public image. Personally, I thought about flushing them so that he would mingle with the filthy shit in the sewers. It was a pleasant mental diversion.

Having done all the things required of me I eventually found time to be alone with my parents. They actually thought I would be grieving the loss of my husband. I was surprised they thought I had been happy, actually believed what they had been told.

I was not prepared when my father said that I was too young to stay a widow and he would help me find another husband. I just stared at him and decided to go right back to America. Anyone he suggested would be for only one reason, gaining the family an advantage. I had been a dutiful daughter long enough and told him not to worry, I had no desire to remarry. I then told them the truth about my husband and my marriage. They were shocked, crushed, and that was how I wanted to see my father. I did not want him living with the illusion he had in any way made me happy.

I left Japan and returned to the United States. I immediately went to the Immigration Office and submitted my application to stay and become a citizen of the USA. My education, wealth, and perfect English made sure I was going to be accepted, I would be no burden on my new Nation and told them of my desire to be a teacher. Given all the factors I presented I was assured that I would be accepted. I had never been happier, a new life of freedom in the Country I had lived in for almost a year without ever having the pleasure of experiencing it.

Over the next month I had decorators and renovators turn my home into one I wanted. It had a splendid combination of Japanese and modern influence and I loved it. I admit that I got wet watching the contractor’s working. The movements of their muscles, their strong bodies and the rugged nature of them appealed to me. None of them, knowing I was a widow, was anything but polite… but my imagination ran wild and added spice to my private pleasure sessions.

One morning I decided to look at employment advertisements for teaching positions. The public schools in my area were well rated and some of them were looking for teachers. I also realized that I would need to satisfy some requirements in order to have my teaching certification recognized. I contacted a Human Resources representative, who I sent my resume to, and was assured that it should not be a problem. I was invited to an interview and after a few courses and some further demonstrations of my qualifications and some practical work I was told I was welcome to apply.

I was contacted almost immediately by a high school not far from my home and asked to come in and meet the Principal. Finally, 5 years after graduation and at the age of 29, I was going to be starting my teaching career. Pay was not even an issue. I had enough wealth that I did not need to ever work, but I wanted to and that was the difference. Teaching was my dream occupation.

When I arrived I made sure I was dressed conservatively. I wore a navy blue suit jacket, a white blouse, and a skirt that came to just above my knees. I did not go in flashy, but knew I looked good in this outfit. I chose sensible low heels and tan coloured nylons. I made sure my makeup and hair was done properly, but not over done. I went with a healthy and natural look.

I walked to the school, as it was close to my home. It was nice to be outside and enjoying the sunshine. I know I was smiling as I walked, but I could not help it, freedom had come to me at last.

When I arrived at the school I walked past some students who were outside enjoying the sunshine and they all seemed to be in a good mood. The school uniform was traditional and had the boys in tan coloured or grey pants with white shirts and ties, their blazers had the school crest on them. The girls were wearing either tan pants or kilts and white blouses with school blazers as well.

I did notice that the male students took a good look at me and some whispered or nudged their companions. I did not mind, I was too happy too care and to be honest, enjoyed the looks I was getting from them. It was nice to feel my beauty appreciated.

When I got into the Office and met the Principal, Mr. McCormick, I found him to be a polite and dedicated person. He was in his fifties and had a good sense of humour as well. We went over my credentials and he admitted that he had to look up my University. He was very impressed and said it was like the Harvard or Yale of Japan.

After discussing my history, he was very sad to hear I had lost my husband recently. He decided to offer me a position as an Asian Studies Teacher, and with my ability to also teach Math and Geography, decided that I was going to make me a wonderful addition to the faculty.

I was told I would be teaching only Seniors, as he had an opening due to sudden retirement in those positions. He promised me that the following year we could reexamine my class load and subjects. At first he had planned to use me part time, but seeing my credentials and having met me, he would inform the Board that the full time position was mine.

He pointed out that they were short of teachers as the pay did not lend itself well to living close to the school. Many teachers chose to work elsewhere as soon as they could manage since the commute was a pain for many of them. Quite a few chose to endure the commute to avoid working in less desirable schools.

Mr McCormick gave me a tour and I liked the school. It was an older facility, but had a definite charm to it and had not been allowed to fall apart. Fortunately, there was enough demand for this school, and the parents who had children going here enjoyed a level of affluence. It therefore gave them some influence with the Board.

The next day I arrived bright and early and met other staff and a few Department Heads with whom I would be involved.

My first period was Geography, followed by two Math classes and finally Asian Studies. In my first three classes I found myself well engaged. The students seem to like me, although they seemed to like my teaching style, my strict intolerance for foolishness was at first hard to take for them.

It was in my final class that the most interesting part of my new career took place.

When I entered the room I looked at the students and they all turned to face me. I smiled at them and went through the administrative process, before beginning the class. I asked them where they were in the course and found they had a great deal of ground to make up. They had covered China, and then just sort of stalled as substitute teachers, changing almost daily, came through one after the other.

I thanked them for the information and set diligently to correcting the situation. Many were very keen to learn this subject as for one reason or another it interested them.

When I asked the to call me Sugihara Sensei, my last name and the word for teacher, they actually loved it. This is how I would have been addressed had I taught in Japan and I liked that feeling. Over the coming weeks I found this class was my favourite. Having little to no personal life I lived for my work and dedicated myself to my students.

It also became my favourite for another reason. A student named Alan Bowden. Alan was a very good student. He worked hard on any task given to him, was never anything but polite, and was a bit shy. I was not sure why. He was about 5’10” tall, had what appeared to be a good physique, weighing about 180lbs, and had soft brown eyes. He was not the most handsome student in my class, but he had a charm about him and a gentle spirit that I found attractive.

At first I was shocked when I found myself happy to see him, more than the simple happiness of a Sensei seeing a good student. It was mildly alarming, but I decided it was alright. It’s was perfectly acceptable to like him and even consider him as a friend in a way.

Later, when I was masturbating and realized it was his cock I was imagining fucking me, I knew it was more than that. I did not know what to do, I had to stop thinking this way. Alan had done nothing to encourage such notions and I reminded myself I had to remain professional. I was allowing my loneliness to influence me.

As it turned out, Alan did not make it easy on me.

I had assigned an essay to this class. It was no easy assignment, but I was preparing them for University and expected much more of them than my other classes. They knew this and welcomed the way I treated them as adults. American students may be different, but it is cultural. A few were lazy and deserved to be regarded as such, many more were hard working and wanted to succeed at school I found. The conduct of a teacher can have a profound effect on the conduct of the class.

Many students came to me for help on this essay. Of course, I provided whatever guidance they needed. One day after class Alan asked to speak to me. I invited him to bring a chair over by my desk and be seated so we could talk. He did so while I was putting some items away in my bag.

I was bent at the waist as I did this and when he was seated I noted he was staring right down my blouse. I knew in my head that he had a lovely view of the tops of my breasts encased in a white lace bra. I don’t know why, but I made sure I stayed in that position, enjoying the fact he was clearly appreciating the view. I could tell that by the nice bulge forming in his pants, and the fact he rapidly set his book over it to conceal his growing hardon from view.

Sitting down I smiled at him and said “How can I help you Alan.”

He brought his eyes up and blushed. He knew he had been caught staring and his lips moved slightly but no sound came out.

“Are you alright?” I asked with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow.

He snapped out of it and said “Yes Sugihara Sensei.”

“Then how can I help you?” I asked gently leaning forward and bringing my hands together on the desk. I let a smile come to my face and tilted my head slightly as I asked the question.

His eyes went to my full lips for a moment and back to my eyes and he said “I’m kind of jammed. I want to write about the cultural emphasis that developed among the Samurai class in Japan following the rise in Japan of the Shogunate of the Tokugawa . You know, how the Samurai were encouraged to master more than just martial skill. But… I think I am biting off more than I can chew. How do I pare this down to meet the essay length parameters?”

I replied “Focus on one aspect. Perhaps the emphasis on poetry that developed, or one of the other arts. Perhaps pick some examples of those and expand on how they reflected on the time, how poetry as a form of cultural expression became a method for capturing the feeling of a given event. Poetry was important before that as well, you just have to focus on that one period. Competitions for poetry composition became very popular among the Samurai Class. Maybe chose another cultural aspect and explore that if poetry is too difficult or not to your taste.”

We spent some time talking about the essay and eventually about the class. He dreamed of landing a job in the State Department and working at the Embassy in Japan. He even admitted that he was studying Japanese language using a software program and taking classes at night school. I was shocked.

“You have never mentioned this before Alan. That is a an excellent extra effort on your part. I am very impressed by this. Have you progressed very far?” I asked.

He spoke Japanese saying “I am very sorry, but my Japanese is not that good. If you speak very slowly and simply I may be able to understand you better.”

I raised my eyebrows and said back to him “You are doing better than I thought. You are a good student. I am impressed by your hard work.” I said it slowly and clearly enunciated my words.

He smiled immediately and blushed and said “Thank you Sugihara Sensei. It is not easy. I work very hard to be better. You are a very good teacher. I hope to speak Japanese well.”

I laughed lightly and said “How much does trying to understand all I am saying hurt your head?”

Alan smiled sheepishly and said “Sorry, but it hurts me very much.”

I switched back to English and said “You’re doing very well.”

“Thank you, I get farther from the software than I do from the class. It is very picky and I can work on it more. In class I would only get a few hours a week. With the software I get to practice all the time.” he replied smiling at me.

I was sitting there smiling at him and liking his initiative and desire to succeed. His bright eyes were looking into mine and I decided then and there that I liked him as a friend, more than just as a student. I wanted to help him with his language studies.

“Alan, I am very willing to help you with your language studies if you wish. I can tell it means a great deal to you and would enjoy helping you to succeed. I normally would never make such an offer but you are a special student.” I said smiling.

He blushed again and said “Oh, I… I don’t want to take up too much of your time. You work really hard for us already.”

“Please Alan, I would not offer if I did not have the time to be able to help. I would not make a commitment to you unless I could meet it.” I said.

He smiled at me and I could tell he was happy. “Okay, thank you so much Sugihara Sensei. I promise I won’t waste your time. I will make you proud of what I can do. I swear!”

I laughed lightly and said “You do not have to be so serious, I already believe that.”

We sat there for a moment looking at each other and not saying anything at all, just smiling.

“Surigama Sensei… can I ask you something?” he said carefully.

“It’s about your husband.” he said timidly. “I heard he… he passed away. Is it okay if I offer you my condolences? I just… I’m sorry. That is horrible.” he looked genuinely upset for me.

I sat back and turned my head away. I heard him take a deep breath. What do I say to this? Even accepting condolences from him, for something that made me so happy, made me feel deceitful. I had played the dutiful widow. Acting anymore for Hiro’s benefit was something I decided I would not do, not with Alan.

Turning back to face him I said “Alan… thank you. I… I want to be honest with you. I am sorry but I want to say something I have not said to anyone but my parents and… well it may not be very nice for you to hear, but I can’t do this… charade anymore.”

Alan looked concerned but said “Please… you can say anything to me.”

I nodded and said “My husband, he was a devil, a demon who tortured me and made my life hell on earth from the day we married. When the Police told me he was dead… I was happy. I almost smiled. He was a pig and a horrible human being and I am glad he is gone. I was not upset at all.”

Alan’s jaw went slack and he stammered “How could he do that to you?… your… your one of the nicest and smartest people I have ever met…. your so..” and he fell silent blushing.

“I am so… what were you going to say Alan?” I asked softly. I had finally let go of this burden and I had opened myself honestly, and I know my face was now easily read. I wanted to hear him say it.

“I… I hope it’s okay… but your just so beautiful and kind and how can anyone treat you badly? He should have fallen on his knees and thanked God for every moment he spent with you!” he said with a lot of conviction.

I was surprised he said all that and it showed. He immediately blushed deep red and said “I should not have said that… I’m sorry.” looking down at the floor obviously embarrassed.

“Maybe… maybe you should not of, but I am very glad you did. Thank you.” I replied softly.

He brought his head up and looked at me and I could see so clearly that he had many feelings for me. He was looking at me in a way that no one ever had. I felt it right in my heart.

I turned away and said softly “Please… I am not used to being looked at in that way Alan.”

“What.. I’m sorry… I…” he was stammering.

I looked back at him and could not help it. I could not stop what I did next if I had tried with every fibre of my being. Reaching out my hand I took his and held it and gently pulled him forward. He brought his eyes to mine and we moved together, I closed my eyes as our lips gently touched and kissed him lightly and softly. He brought a hand up and gently cupped the back of my head as our tongues emerged and we began kissing in a soft and caring manner I had never experienced before. He must have felt it to as he moaned softly into my mouth.

We were slammed back to reality by the sound of a door closing down the hall. We pulled apart rapidly, both flushed and looked at the door. It was open. I had not even thought to close it. I quickly got up and went and looked in the hall. No one was around, except a teacher walking the other way. He was putting his keys in his pocket clearly having just come from the room where the door had closed. I breathed a sigh of relief. What the hell was I thinking? Kissing him was bad enough, but getting caught would have been terrible for us both.

Turning slowly I softly closed the door and turned the lock.

Alan was on his feet looking completely shaken by our near discovery. That was good as we could not do this here. I walked over to my desk and sat down.

“Alan… I… I should not have kissed you. I put you at risk by doing that. I do not regret kissing you but for that I am sorry.” I said looking at him.

Alan looked stunned and said “You don’t… you liked it?”

“I liked it very much but it is too dangerous to do these things here. We cannot ever do that here again.” I said.

“Wait… you’re not saying we can’t do that again… you’re just saying we can’t do that here. Is that right?” he said sounding hopeful.

“Yes… I would like to kiss you again. I… have only kissed one man before and it was nothing like that. You are a wonderful kisser Alan. Do you… do you have plans tonight?” I asked him.

“No… I was going to watch television… do you… do you want to do something?” he asked tentatively.

I stood up and said “Alan, I would like to make you dinner at my home. A real Japanese dinner. Would you like that?” I said feeling so nervous. I had never asked anyone out before and this was a new world opening to me.

“Really! Oh my God that would be so cool!” he said with a big smile on his face.

I smiled at his enthusiastic response and said “Okay. Should you call your parents or something?”

“My Dad is in L.A. And my mother is visiting my aunt in Chicago. They won’t be back until next Sunday. I don’t have to call anyone. I have my cell, they call me on that.” he said.

“Do your parents often leave you home alone for long periods?” I asked.

“Well this time it was only two weeks total. When they went to Europe last summer they left me for two months. I got bored and went to summer school.”

I nodded and said “It must be hard on you.”

“Not really, I have gotten used to it. I pretty much stay home. I go out with friends for movies and things like that, but mostly I just study.” he replied.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” I asked.

He blushed and said “I just… well… girls make me really nervous.”

“We should go, we have been here too long and it will seem very strange.” I said.

We left the classroom and I told him where to meet me at my car. I walked to the office and submitted a variety of items. Mr. McCormick was there and asked “Seiko, your here late. Everything is alright I hope.”

I took the initiative here so easily I almost had to laugh. “Everything is fine. Do you know a student named Alan Bowden?”

“Yes, good student. He is on the honour roll. Very responsible young man.” he replied.

“He is studying Japanese and actually speaks it fairly well, if in a limited fashion. I am going to help him improve. His ultimate goal is a position with the State Department.”

“I did not know that about him. Well you are the best person to help him with it. That’s kind of you.” he said.

“Thank you. I think he has real potential. He does well in all his classes and this will help him in University with his language classes.” I said.

We made our goodbyes and I headed out to the car. Alan was standing there by the passenger door and looked relieved when he saw me coming.

We got in the car and drove to my home. I told him of my conversation with Mr. McCormick and
we agreed that it was best that the seed concerning that be planted.

When we arrived at my home we parked and went inside. I slid my heels off as Alan was removing his running shoes. I stood back up and was beginning to walk away when he took my hand in his. I turned to him and smiled and he stepped closer to me, looking into my eyes.

“May I kiss you Sugihara Sensei?” he asked while looking at me the way I had come to adore.

“Not until you have asked me by my first name.” I said softly caressing his face. “It’s Seiko.”

“May I kiss you Seiko?” he asked again.

I nodded and slipped my arms around him and we kissed. It was so sweet and so soft, his tongue slowly emerged and began teasing my lips. I opened my mouth and pulled him against me as we kissed and our passion began to grow. I felt his hardon return, his swelling cock pressing against me. I ground myself against it kissing him with all the passion building inside of me. I slid a hand down to his ass and squeezed his butt, taking a firm hold of him. It felt wonderfully fit and strong. He moaned into my mouth and brought his own hands down, grabbing my ass and pulling me hard against him. As we kissed he began firmly kneading my ass, causing me to moan into his mouth.

I was on fire with the passionate way he was kissing me and touching my body. It was all so new and now I understood what my friends had been saying when I was younger. I was soaking wet between my legs and so hungry for him, my student.

I felt his other hand come up my back and he gently tilted my head back and began kissing my neck. I moaned out loud. This was the first time that anything sexual had been romantic or even remotely erotic for me.

Feeling the passion threatening to carry us away I slowly pulled back, breaking the heated embrace. Alan was completely flushed and breathing hard, as was I.

“Alan, we do not have to hurry, please let me make you dinner.” I said thinking inside forget the food, I want him so badly.

He nodded and ran his tongue over his lips. He laughed a bit and said “Yeah… we should eat or something I guess.”

I smiled and turned and walked to the nearby closet. After removing my suit jacket and hanging it up I turned to Alan to ask if he wanted a drink. He was simply standing and staring at me. It was not a the focus stare of someone about to say something. I could see wonder in his eyes as he was looking me over. It made me feel warm inside. I simply stood in place smiling he looked me over. When his eyes moved up to my face and he realized I was watching him he blushed and looked at the floor.

“Alan would you like something to drink?”

“Yes please… anything is good.” he said.

I gestured with my hands to encouraged him to come with me. I seated him in the living room. I left to get him a drink. When I returned I said “I hope you will like this.” as I brought him a lovely mango juice blend I was very fond of. He accepted it with both hands smiling up at me. I watched with expectation as he took a sip. He smiled and said “This stuff is amazing.”

Sitting down next to him I explained how much I prefer to make blended juices. We chatted about that for a short time. I glanced at his eyes and saw that Alan was giving me that precious look again. I felt my heart thump and he suddenly leaned forward and took hold of me kissing me with tremendous passion. My own arousal exploded and I grabbed the back of his head with one hand pulling his mouth hard against mine as we kissed feverishly. My other hand ran down his arm and into his lap. His cock was hard as a rock inside his pants. Alan was pushing against me and I let myself fall backwards, my skirt riding up and hugged him tightly as we kept kissing. Writhing under him I managed to wrap a leg around him as his right hand found my breast. His gentle cupping and gentle treatment of it added fuel to my raging fire and I realized I was totally losing control of myself. I pushed gently on his chest and he lifted up and looked at my face with a slightly worried expression.

“Alan… please.” I said and he quickly sat up and began stammering an apology.

I laughed lightly and said “No Alan, you don’t understand. I don’t want this to happen here. Please will you come to my bedroom?”

Alan smiled and said “Yes… yeah sure we can do that.” he then looked worried and said “What about dinner?”

Laughing I said “Forgive me, but fuck dinner. We can order something later.”

Alan burst open laughing and I got up and took his hand. I lead him upstairs and into my bedroom. I had a brand new bed. No one had ever been in my bed with me and I wanted him to be the one. The first man who ever made love to me. The first man I could give my body to without fear.

Standing next to the bed I started to unbutton Alan’s dress shirt when I noticed he was trembling. I looked up into his eyes and asked “What is wrong? Are you okay?” I was worried I was moving to fast for him and that he would change his mind.

Alan stared down at me and said “It’s you. Oh my God I can’t believe it is going to be you. I never imagined this could ever happen.”

“What do you mean by it’s you?” I asked gently.

“Sugihara Sensei, I mean Seiko…. I’ve never…. I’m going to be a disappointment.” he said with his voice shaking almost as much as he was.

“Alan… I’ve never been made love to. I am not a virgin, but I have never made love. I have only bad experience… not good experience. You’re the first person I have ever been able to give myself to with honest desire. This will be like a first time for me and for you. You cannot possibly disappointment me… you have already done more than anyone ever has.” I leaned in and kissed him and hugged him tightly to me. I felt him shaking but it gradually stopped.

I leaned back and continued to undress him. When I slid his shirt off I found he was in good shape as I had thought. He had a smooth hairless chest, clearly defined muscles and a nice flat stomach. Three things I had never seen before in person. I leaned in and gently kissed his chest and began licking his nipples and kissing them. I heard his moans of approval and a softly muttered “Oh God.” come from his lips.

I kissed my way down his smooth white skin and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor with a gentle tug and pooled at his feet. I had him turn and sit on the side of the bed and removed them completely for him. When I looked up and saw the impressive erection threatening to tear through his boxers I sighed in pleasure. I looked at Alan’s eyes and saw them clouded with lust and expectation. I gently took hold of his boxers and slid them down.

His cock looked absolutely gorgeous. Standing proudly erect, 7”long, thick looking to me and with a beautifully circumcised head. It was throbbing already. I kissed his thighs and stood up. I wanted my clothes off right now.

I pulled off my blouse and realized I needed to slow down for him. I smiled and turned my back to him and slid off my skirt. I made sure to bend all the way over as I slid it down. I heard him gasp and I knew he was enjoying the sight of my black thong nestled between the cheeks of my taunt ass. I remained in that position as I slid my thong down allowing him his first glimpse of my soaking wet shaved pussy and tight little rosebud.

I glanced back and saw he had his hand on his cock and he seemed oblivious to the fact he was stroking it. His precum was glistening on the tip and his balls looked so full.

Standing upright I turned to face him. His eyes ran up my body and looked into mine. He was trying to speak but I could tell he could not form words. I reached back and unhooked my bra and let it go. It hung in place clinging to my long erect nipples. His eyes flew to it as I gently slid it off letting it drop and exposing my full breasts to his view.

I saw the wonder in his eyes as he looked at my body and when he said “Your the most beautiful woman on Earth.” and hearing the sincerity in his voice I blushed.

Stepping toward the bed I knelt down and looked up in Alan’s eyes. “May I please use my mouth on you?” I asked gently.

“Seiko you can do whatever you want” he said in astonishment.

I smiled and reached for his big hard cock taking it gently into my right hand. It was so hot and so strong, so much better than anything I had ever experienced. I lightly stroked him as I stared at it. Noticing a rush of precum I leaned forward and licked it off the side of his shaft and off the tip. I heard Alan moan in lust and pleasure and took his cock into my mouth. As I began sucking his cock, moving my mouth around it, up and down, relishing it being in my mouth I felt his hips jerk and suddenly he flooded my mouth with shot after shot of his hot cum, flooding my mouth and making me swallow repeatedly to get it all. I couldn’t and it dripped down the sides, landing on his balls and my breasts. Hid scream of orgasmic pleasure filled the room as I kept sucking gently until his hips stopped bucking.

Leaning back I licked his balls clean and looked down at my breasts. I cupped them and brought them to my mouth licking up all his sweet hit cum. I loved it’s taste and it showed.

Looking up at Alan he was flat on his back panting. His proud cock was still hard. What the hell? I had never seen that before. “Oh the joys of youth” I said out loud my voice heavy with lust.

Alan looked up at me and started to apologize for cumming in my mouth. I said “I wanted you to, I want all of the hot seed you can give me Alan.”

I stood and realized I was so wet the juices were running down my thighs. I had never been this turned on before. Looking at my devoted student naked, laying on his back panting and his cock hard with his passion for me, I was on a sexual high. I never wanted to get fucked so much before in my life.

Helping Alan slide up the bed I straddled him and said “That should help take the edge off… I am going to make love with you Alan… please I need to feel something I have never felt before… pleasure.”

Alan looked up at me and said “Can I try something?”

“Of course… anything.” I said leaning down and kissing him lightly.

“I want to try using my mouth on you.” He said.

“Yes please… I’ve always wondered what that would feel like.” That was something I had never had done and quickly climbed off him and laid on my back as he got between my thighs. Maybe it was his age, the fact he was so turned on, or just the lure of my soaked shaven pussy, but he dove in with a vengeance.

Feeling his lips on my pussy, his tongue probing my insides and then sliding up to flick at my engorged clit was all it took. A powerful new feeling tore through my body, a mighty wave of pleasure that carried me along with it. Alan has just given me my first orally induced orgasm, and the first orgasm I ever had with another person. I was crying out in pleasure as I flooded his face with squirt after squirt of my hot pussy juices. His face was covered but he never let up. As my hips arched off the bed he cupped my ass with his hands and did not stop. I thrashed and cried out through my orgasms. I was beyond reason and when the sensations of pleasure became too much I pushed his head back and begged him to please stop. Alan gently moved back and I laid there whimpering and shaking with sensations I had never dreamed possible.

Alan crawled up beside me and he gently kissed my cheek and cuddled me to him. I was in shock that this could ever be this good. I had watched porn on the internet but never dreamed the real thing could be so amazing. I could feel Alan’s hardon pressing against me and knew what I wanted next.

I gently turned so he would roll onto his back and straddled his waist, my pussy was literally dripping on the head of his cock. We were both breathing hard and I looked into his eyes as I slowly lowered myself onto his hard cock.

Feeling the head contact my hot pussy was heaven. As his hot cock slid into my tight pussy I could feel its girth stretching my hungry cunt. I was shaking and fell down onto it, impaling myself fully on his manhood. I cried out and heard him do the same yelling “Oh my God!” at the top of his lungs. I froze there, my poor neglected pussy trying to adjust to this new presence… a real cock.

I looked down into his eyes and saw Alan was watching me closely. I was shaking now, it actually felt like this was my first time again. A tear ran down my cheek and Alan pulled me down to him and held me. He kissed the tear and said “Sorry I hurt you.”

I kissed him with all the passion and heat I was feeling and said “You didn’t hurt me… you made me whole.” and started to gently ride him. He was hitting places in me that had never been touched and I was once again feeling that wave coming. I sat upright and kept riding on his pleasure stick, loving everything it was doing to me as it churned me up inside. I went to heaven quickly and felt it hit me hard. I cried out his name and came all over that beautiful cock.

Alan kept fucking up into me and his hands flew to my breasts, cupping them as he squeezed my nipples. I leaned forward into his grip and kept riding him looking down into his eyes, my long hair flying with the energy of our coupling.

I was starting to orgasm again when I noticed he was close. I rode him with renewed energy and reached back to fondle his balls. That was all it took and with a mighty thrust he shoved upwards into me, almost bucking me off. We clung to each other, his cock buried deep inside me as he filled my pussy with his hot cum, rope after rope of it.

I collapsed downward onto him and we lay together panting and kissing gently.

“You are so amazing Seiko… I’m the luckiest guy who ever lived.” he said as he kissed my cheeks.

Smiling I licked his lips and said “Alan… you’re the amazing one. I’ve never… I’ve never cum before during sex. You made me do it more than once.”

I felt his cock twitch inside me. I looked into his eyes and said “You want more?”

“Like a starving man wants food. I don’t ever want to stop doing this with you.”

Kissing Alan, I let him roll me onto my back. He got between my thighs and impaled his cock deep inside me again. As I began whimpering in pleasure I knew that I was in for a long and pleasured filled night. The first of my life and the first of his. Hopefully, the first of many to come….

Introduction:

Finally landing the Teacher I always wanted

*This is my very first story. I have never posted anything before but decided it was about time I did. I apologize in advance for my errors in grammar and spelling. I have tried very hard to correct them, but this is not my first language. I hope you enjoy this story. It is based in on true events. Obviously, names have been changed to protect the guilty 🙂

I am a third generation Japanese Canadian. I come from a more or less typical family. I have an older brother and a younger sister. Being in the middle actually is actually not that big a problem for me. My parents are really good people and have been an inspiration to me in many things. I was raised Roman Catholic so of course went to Catholic schools all my life.

I once had a crazy dream of wanting to attend Notre Dame in the States but that didn’t happen. It was too far away for my family and to be honest I really didn’t want to leave Canada. I did get to see the Campus there though and would have enjoyed it I think. I have since graduated from College and work in medicine now.

I am 5’3” tall, 105lbs and I have long black hair. I am slender measuring 32b-22-30. I have brown eyes. No tattoos or piercings, other than my ears. I have loved swimming all my life. I still swim everyday.

I studied violin all the way through elementary school and high school. I also was active in gymnastics. To my mothers dismay I didn’t really take to figure skating but instead wanted to play hockey. I was always the smallest girl on the team and eventually found myself playing goal. I am still good at that and have excellent reflexes and enjoy playing. I still play for fun to this day. My father enrolled me in martial arts when I was five. In school I always did my best and enjoyed high school for the most part.

One of my favourite teachers was Mr. Redman. He was my science teacher three times. He was my home room teacher the very first day. Like any Grade 9 student my first day was hell pretty much. I didn’t know anybody and everyone seemed to be in such a rush. The place seemed huge to me and kind of cold. I was excited to be there but was also nervous with all the typical self doubts.

As the school collectively began the walk to the church for opening Mass I looked around at all these people and felt daunted by it and was focused on my doubts when a shadow fell over me. I looked up and Mr. Redman was staring down at me. He smiled at me and said “First days always suck.” I just laughed. He said “Dont worry so much, its written all over your face. I have two secrets for you. First, all these kids are just as nervous as you and probably wondering about things just like you. Second, even teachers get nervous on the first day of school.” I smiled and said “You don’t look nervous.” He chuckled and said “I am, its my first day teaching.” he smiled and then moved off to go deal with some guys who were horsing around. I watched him go and that was when I decided I liked him.

During that semester in his class I spent a lot of time watching him. He was funny, very popular with all of us, and he was a really good teacher. I think being new made him really enthusiastic and we were all caught up in it. I did extremely well in his class. He was right about other things too. I made friends, had fun and got involved in all sorts of things such as sports and some club activities. Even at that age I noticed he was not married. Of course, all the girls had crushes on him. Smart, good looking, funny as hell and genuine.

I lucked out due to scheduling issues and class volumes, and in grade ten ended up having Mr Redman as my teacher again in second semester. He had not changed at all and I was so happy to have him as a teacher again. He was my favourite teacher that year and I admit I had a silly crush on him. I don’t know if he realized it or not, nothing he ever did indicated it. Of course he was friendly and did a great job as a teacher, but nothing beyond that.

In Grade 11 I didn’t have him as my science teacher, but of course always said hi when I saw him and he would stop and ask me how things were when he had time. I just liked him more and more. I choose to do summer school classes during each summer in order to ensure I had every opportunity to boost my marks and up my credit count. I was on the honour roll and I admit, total geek, loved school. I had friends in every clique in the school and basically seemed to know everyone.

During that summer I was lucky enough to have Mr. Redman as my teacher for Biology. During the summer we don’t wear uniforms and don’t even use our regular high school. Students attending from all over the board went to one highschool for it and they always used a centrally located one. I was the exception in many ways. Few people attended voluntarily, most were trying to make up for a course they got burned in. It was funny how many people from my own school would come to me for help and I enjoyed it. If I could help someone I did.

Mr. Redman noticed this and started a peer tutoring sort of program. He paired up stronger students with those who were struggling. About a week before summer school ended Mr. Redman asked me to see him after class. It was weird because he served tea and asked me all about my plans for after graduation. He was particularly interested in if I had decided to become a teacher perhaps. I told him that I hoped to get into the medical field and he was happy about that too. We talked for about a half an hour. At no time did he try anything, he was just really cool to chat with and never did anything that made me feel uncomfortable. He had left the door open and just seemed interested. He told me I was an excellent student and how proud he was of all my hard work. I left there on cloud nine. I still had the crush on him and he was proud of me. I was so happy and distracted that I did the ultra cool move of walking into a pillar. I’m so glad no one saw that.

In Grade 12 I took two advanced science class and was lucky enough to get him in second semester for Chemistry. It was my final semester of high school. I worked my butt off to be honest. I knew I had a good shot at three really good universities and didn’t want to screw it up. I got my letters of acceptance and that is when it hit me that high school for me was basically over. I remember looking at Mr Redman while he was teaching and thinking I would probably never see him again. It was actually upsetting to me and hurt. As we came closer to final exams I focused hard on that, but every time I would see Mr. Redman I felt loss.

As the last day of classes approached I had decided to say something to him, anything, to let him know how much he meant and how grateful I was for everything he had done for me. I knew he liked tea and often has a cup on the go in class. So, I went and bought him a tea set that I thought he would appreciate and carefully wrapped it. I figured if I chickened out I would just hand him the gift and make a break for the door. Basically I was really nervous.

That last day I walked into class and everyone was wired. It was the last day before exams. Some people were panicking looking for anything his final review might do to help them. I was panicking for my own reasons. I had never acted like this. I should point out I had been a dates but was by no means some sort of secretly skilled seductress. I didn’t even know what I wanted from him. I had some pretty wild ideas, like I would give this to him, he would confess his love sweep me off my feet and carry me off into the sunset to live happily ever after. Pretty ludicrous stuff.

When class ended I hung back a bit and waited. Mr Redman said his farewells to some and was wishing everyone luck. I just waited until the room emptied. Mr. Redman just smiled as I walked up to him. He told me he would miss having me in class and wished me luck in University. I could not even look him in the face. I just pulled the gift out of my bag and handed it to him. I was so nervous I even bowed slightly as I gave it to him. He said that the gift was not necessary and asked if he could open it. I mumbled something eloquent like “Um sure.” and he unwrapped it. I had to look up to see his face and did so as he saw what it was. He got a huge beaming smile and asked how the hell I knew he collected tea sets. I stammered out that he is always drinking tea and I thought a new set for him was a good idea. He smiled at me and said it was lovely and extremely kind of me. We stared at each other and I saw his eye brow move slightly. It was like he just realized how I was staring at him. I quickly spoke really fast saying how great a teacher he was and how much I admired him and loved having him as a teacher and how he was the kindest teacher ever and just rambled on like I was an auctioneer on crack. When i finally stooped speaking i looked back at the floor. I was screaming at myself inside about being a dork, a moron, an idiot, how stupid I look.

Then he put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and he was smiling and said “Sachiko you deserve every good thing this world has to offer. You have been a joy to teach and I will miss you.” He gave me a hug and it was just a friendly hug, like a brotherly one. I know I took a really deep breath and exhaled. He let me go and was still smiling and said he had a staff meeting to attend about exams, he was sorry to hurry this along but he had to go. I managed a smile and picked up my bag and walked toward the door. I turned back and he was staring at the tea set. I said “You were right about everything.” He looked at me and raised an eye brow. I said “The first day we met you told me not to worry. You were right. These last four years have been amazing.” I turned and walked out.

I left feeling like we were never going to see each other again. I graduated and Mr Redman was not there. He had gone on a teaching exchange to some place in Australia for a year. I was sad but moved on. I admit that I often looked back and thought of him whenever I walked into a lab. He was sort of my science happy place.

Two years later I went out with friends. It was a typical Friday night. We had dressed to kill because we planned to go to a good club after having dinner at a nice Chinese restaurant. University was going really well and I was happy. I was single at the time and hoped I might meet someone. I had my hair and nails done and was wearing black cocktail dress, nylons and heels. It was nice to get out of jeans and track pants for a change.

We had dinner and went to a really nice wine bar before planning on heading to a club. We all walked in and found a really nice seating area. I had a wine in my hand and decided to go for a tour and check the place out. It was really nice. The main floor was all wood and so beautiful. The lighting and varying ceiling heights made seating areas seem so intimate and warm. I went up to the second floor and there was a piano player and that area kept the lighting and other themes from the main floor. The bar up there was not straight, but had what looked like a wave motion as it curved around beautifully. As I walked slowly along looking at the art work they had chosen I glanced over and my heart stopped dead.

Mr. Redman was sitting at the bar talking on a cell phone. He looked kind of perplexed as he spoke. I wanted to rush right over but decided to wait until he was off the phone. I stood there and saw that he was drinking a red wine. I walked over to the farthest part of the bar away and asked the bartender what he was drinking. The bartender to me it was a Yellow Label shiraz. I asked him to get me two and he did so.

I waited nervously and when Mr. Redman hung up and placed his cell phone in his blazer pocket I saw he looked sad, almost hurt. I thought to myself “okay, your not his student anymore, your old enough to be here, go talk to him.” I also noticed he looked amazing in his blazer and that he really dresses well.

I approached him and he seemed oblivious. I reached out with my right hand and set the wine in front of him. I said “Well someone looks like he is not having a good evening.” He didn’t look at me but started to say as he was turning slowly “Thats really very kind of you but I’m…” and he just froze when he saw me. I started to laugh and said “Well gee Mr. Redman its good to see you too. I’ve been well, how are you?” He smiled and started laughing. We gave each other a hug and he was a sea of questions about University, my life away, and just seemed so happy to see me that I know I was beaming. I asked him about Australia and he told me all about his experiences, including a nasty one about a spider bite that he was hospitalized for. He looked me over and said “Wow, you look amazing.” I complimented him as well and we just sort of stared until we both laughed a bit. I said “Um, I just really wanted to say hi and talk to you. If you have someone coming I can go.” He looked kind of upset and said “Well, I was supposed to be meeting someone, a lady from work, but she decided to wait until I was here to call and say she wasn’t coming.” I asked if she said why and he replied “Apparently she feels its too soon after her breakup to be hanging out with me.”

I was about to say something when one of my girlfriends came up and said “Sachiko, where have you been? We were worried.” She was laughing and staring at Mr. Redman smiling. I said “Oh sorry, this is… “ and I started to laugh I had never called him by his first name, even though I knew it. She figured I had forgotten his name and said “She really is smarter than that usually… I’m Christine and you are?” as she was holding out her hand. He shook it and said “Peter… Peter Redman.” I watched as they shook hands and she smiled at him and at me. “So are you joining us this evening?” I just smiled at Peter and said “Could you excuse us for a moment”

I took Christine aside and said “I’m staying here with him.” She started to protest and I said “I have never ever bailed for a man or any other reason. I need you to let me do this. Please Christine don’t be mad or hate me for this.” She smiled and said “Your right, okay. I’ll let the others know. Do you know this guy?” I just smiled and said “I have trusted him for years.” She hugged me and wished me luck and left. To be honest she also said he was hot, had killer eyes, and was sexy with nice hands.

I took a deep breath and turned around and started walking back. Some woman was talking to him and laughing and touching his arm. I stopped for a second and then started walking again toward them. I didn’t care who she was I was not going to walk away this time. When I reached them I swear I saw relief in his eyes and he said “Everything okay?” as he drew me in and put his arm around me, standing next to me. I smiled up at him and said “Couldn’t be better” and turned to her and said “I don’t think we have met. I’m Sachiko.” She just stared at me with “Bitch” written all over her forehead and made her goodbyes and walked away. I looked up at him and he turned to face the bar with me. “Sorry, she came over as soon as you walked away and that was so uncomfortable. I apologize.” I laughed and said “I can’t fault her for her taste in men.” He looked down at me smiled and started laughing and rubbed my back as we sat on our stools.

We spent the next couple of hours just talking. We learned a lot about each other and the more I learned the more I liked him. At my suggestion we moved to a couch seating area that was more intimate and had a nice view of the outside. We sat down and kept chatting.

It was so easy and we were laughing a lot and just really enjoying ourselves. I had made the transition to thinking of him as Peter and he seemed very happy. He was talking about a trip he took to Banff National Park and was so into it, and happy. It sounded so beautiful and romantic that I took his hand and leaned toward him. I couldn’t help it, I leaned in toward him and I saw it. The sudden deer in the headlights panic in his eyes. I stopped and said “Are you okay?” He didn’t move away, just stared at me. He cleared his throat and looked down at the couch. I didn’t want this to stop.

I put my other hand on the side of his face and said “Peter, I have known you a long time, but I’m not your student anymore. I’m finishing second year and I know what your thinking. Please… I have always… always wanted to kiss you… I know what I’m doing…” He looked up at me and was looking me in the eyes. I said “I don’t know if you want to kiss me but I swear..” and that was all I got out. He put both his hands on the side of my head and drew me in and kissed me.

It was so soft, and so gentle and so sweet and so everything I had ever imagined and hoped for. Nothing and I mean nothing else existed for me at that moment. All I can say is it felt as if I had never been kissed before. It gradually became more passionate and soon our tongues began to dance. All I could feel was him. I could smell his cologne, feel his skin and hair and taste his sweet breath and nothing else mattered. When it ended I don’t know who drew back first. I just sat there and slowly opened my eyes.

He was staring at me with genuine caring in those beautiful green eyes and all I could think was “Perfect”. I smiled at him and caressed his face and held his hands with both of mine. He shook his head and said “Wow” as a smile grew across his face and he hugged me. I turned toward his ear and kissed it and said “Thank you” and held him tight. I felt his shoulders shaking and he was actually starting to laugh. I sat back looking at him and he said “Thank you? Oh my God Sachiko.” he was smiling and squeezing my hands and continued “That kiss… oh my God” and he kissed me again. It was just as magical and I felt my heart melt.

I was so happy, so content, so absolutely taken with him. We moved apart again and he looked around and then back at me and said “Your simply amazing, but I don’t want to…” and he trailed off looking at me. I said “You don’t want to what?” feeling a knot growing in my chest. “I don’t want to make out with you in a bar.” I relaxed and realized it made sense and was not really my thing either.

He ran his hand through my hair and said “I would change nothing about that first kiss, but I’m not comfortable here doing this with you.” I smiled and leaned my head on him for a moment trying to get some composure… I had an idea where this was headed but never dared hoped. “Where would you feel more comfortable?” He smiled and said “I’m nervous and I don’t want you to think I’m after anything beyond what we have already done, but would you consider coming to my place with me?” I just smiled and said “I can’t think of anywhere I want to be more.”

We left the bar walking hand in hand. I leaned my head against his upper arm as we walked. We didn’t say much as we walked and we got to his car. He unlocked my door and held it open for me and I was just smiling. I could not stop smiling. I kissed his lips lightly and got into the car. He came around but I noticed he stopped at the back of the car. I looked back. He was standing there talking to himself. I smiled because I thought “I’m not the only one trying to hold it together”. He came up and got in the car.

He started it and looked over at me and I was smiling back at him. I couldn’t stop myself and said “For a biology teacher you seem really nervous.” with laughter in my voice. He started laughing and said “First day nerves” laughing with me. I smiled and said “Don’t first days usually suck?” and he almost choked. Must have been the way I said “suck”. He looked over at me and said “Your bad” laughing. I just smiled and squeezed his hand. He started driving and I let my hand rest on his thigh. We kissed at every red light. I don’t recall ever hoping for red lights before.

When we pulled up to his building I reached for the door handle and he smiled and said “Could you wait a moment.” He got out and came around the car and opened the door for me. He helped me out of his car and closed the door. Holding my hand we walked through the parking to the elevator. When we got in he turned me to face him and kissed me again. We kept kissing until the bell for his floor sounded. He held my hand and walked him to his door and unlocked it and held it open for me.

All I could say at the time was wow. His condo was tastefully furnished and so immaculate in appearance. He walked in and took my hand and lead me to the couch and seated me there. He then went to get us some more wine and put the stereo on. I sat there looking around thinking how amazing his place was. His furniture was all dark brown leather, really nice pieces. It was obvious to me he liked the influence of Tuscany in his decor.

When Peter came back to the couch and handed me my wine we sat and began chatting again. The main topic was family. He clearly loved his parents and his sister and spoke of them with great affection and respect. I admired his clear feelings for them.

I told him about my family and he was fascinated by our traditions and close support of each other. He was well aware of the pressure placed on Japanese children by their parents to succeed in school and many other areas. We were quiet for a time. At this point I had curled my feet up under me and he had his arm around my shoulder as I leaned against him. I didn’t mind the quiet. I was trying to determine what I expected from tonight and what happens tomorrow.

As if he was reading my mind he said “Sachiko… I don’t know how to say this… I don’t want to offend you or in anyway… is it possible that maybe we could go out again tomorrow?” I turned to him smiling and moved up to kiss his lips and said “I can’t imagine anything that would make me say no.” We then began kissing again and it became very passionate. He lifted me on top of him placing me on his lap.

We kept kissing and my hands were touching his face, hair, arms, chest, back… wrapping around him and just feeling this man I had been crushing on in school but was crazy about now. Peter let his hands wander over me, but never onto my breasts. When he began touching my neck under my hair line with his finger tips that was it for me. Its my weak spot.

I turned on him, straddling his legs and facing him still kissing him. My dress rode up onto my ass and I didn’t even notice. I kept kissing and only realized it when I felt his hand slide down my back onto my ass. His fingers touched bare flesh, exposed by my thong, and he froze. I moaned into his mouth not wanting him to stop. He let his hand slide down and cup my ass. Grinding on him I could feel his full erection. He pulled me hard against him and lowered his mouth to my neck and bit it lightly. I held his head there and moaned again as he kissed and licked my neck, his hand squeezing my ass and caressing it. His other hand slid down and began caressing my ass as well. I leaned back and pushed my lips to his again. My whole body was on fire and I was kissing him as hotly as he returned it. He cupped my ass firmly and seemingly without effort he stood up and I wrapped my legs around him never breaking our kiss.

He turned around and laid me down on the couch gently, kneeling between my spread legs, setting me near the edge. He broke our kiss and pulled back looking at me. He caressed my face and said “We don’t have to do this.” I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him toward me until we were eye to eye and said “Peter, I want this, more than anything.” He kissed me hotly again and when he broke the kiss gently pushed me back so I was resting my shoulders and head against the back of the couch.

He slid his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and kissing my neck. He kissed his way down my body, kissing and licking my cleavage as he moved down, kissing my stomach through my dress. When he moved back a bit he looked up at me. I was so on fire and wanted him to keep going. I spread my legs further and lifted them up setting one foot far to the left, the other leg I curled around his back pulling him down. He kissed and caressed my thighs and pulled my thong aside. His lips made contact with my pussy first. I swear I almost came right there. He cupped my ass in his hands and lifted it slightly as he started licking and probing. His tongue pure magic as he flicked it along my lips, drove it inside then would pull back to lick at my clit. I came fast and hard, arching my back off the couch and falling to the side, crying out in pleasure. He kept kissing and licking me gently taking me through three very fast and hard orgasms. I laid there looking at him and he kissed my thigh again and sat up gathering me into his arms. I kissed him and held him and almost cried. This was more than I ever dreamed of. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. I was kissing his neck as he carried me and was the happiest I had ever been with a man. I had no idea how much better it would get.

When we entered the bedroom he gently laid me down on the bed and kissed me and said he would be right back. Funny, but I remember thinking how awesome his mattress was. I sat up and undid my dress clasp and unzipped it and slid it off. I set it on the armchair in the corner and looked at myself in the mirror. I was still wearing my bra, thong and stockings. I hoped he would want to take them off. I jumped back onto the bed and laid back. I was watching the door when he walked back in. He was carrying the wine and our glasses and a tray of fruit and cheese. I smiled and thought how amazing he was. An uncomfortable thought entered me mind. I wonder if that woman he was supposed to meet was supposed to come back here tonight. He set down the tray and the wine and poured me another glass. When he handed it to me he looked at my eyes and sat down next to me on the bed.

He touched my hair and said “Whats wrong?” I didn’t want to lie but I also didn’t want to sound like a stupid paranoid silly woman. If he had hoped to bring her back here that was his business and before I came along. On the other hand I needed to know… I don’t know why. I just knew that in asking I was stupid and could ruin a great night. Not like I had any special claim or even a right to question him about it. Seriously, he had a life before I came along. It was very silly of me.

I looked down and was shamed to even ask. He turned my head up toward him holding my chin “Did I do something wrong… please… whatever it is tell me.” I looked at him and I know I had tears forming. He set down his wine and said “Woah woah woah, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Oh my God I’m so sorry… I thought this was okay… I should have asked… please don’t cry.” I looked at his eyes and he looked as upset as I was. He was genuinely shaken by what he thought was a bad thing on his part. I said “I’m being stupid… and I have no right to ask this… but that lady from work you were supposed to meet tonight… would she have had this wine and this food brought to her here tonight?” He looked shocked for a second and said “What are you thinking?” I said “I’m being stupid… I’m sorry… you just run into me and I’m being a bitch about a woman who I don’t know and have no right to ask about.” He stared at me for a moment and got up and walked to the window. I sat up thinking I have really fucked this up. But what could I say? I had already been an idiot. Kind of hard to pull that foot out when he had been nothing but gracious and charming and caring to me. What the hell was I thinking… that he owed me a ring? Peter turned around and looked at me. I felt about 2cm tall. He sighed and walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

He took my hand in both of his and said “Sachiko, all I can tell you is that she is history. Yes I bought all this in preparation in case things went well with her and we came back here. I never imagined in a million years I was going to run into you tonight. I can’t claim any special preparation for you being here. I never imagined before that I would ever, ever, have you in my bedroom. All I can say is this… I am so happy you are here and that we ran into each other. I don’t know why God picked tonight to smile down on me. You are so damn gorgeous and sweet and to be honest everything I could ever want. I’m not mad at you for asking and I definitely don’t think your stupid. I can only tell you that the way I feel about you now is way stronger than I ever thought possible and that I’m sorry I made you cry.” I put my hand over his and said “I’m may not be stupid but that was immature. It’s not like you owe me anything, and I think I made myself cry to be honest.” he sat looking at me and said “What do you see with me?” I actually gulped I think. He raised his eyebrows and said “This is a conversation about us… you and me. I would like to know what your thinking.” I said “You are going to think I’m delusional or maybe slightly nuts.” He laughed and said “Insanity has its own appeal sometimes.” So I went on to explain that I had a crush on him all through highschool, that he was a huge influence on things that I did and my love of science. That I had wanted to kiss him or something that last day and that I had found him again and I was not going to just let go and walk away. I told him that tonight at some point I realized that crush was changed forever and I thought of him with deep and honest affection and wanted to find out if it could be more. I said a lot of things to him. I can’t remember it all, but that was the important stuff.

He smiled at me and said come here. He stood up with his hand out to me. I got up and he lead me into his office. He said “What do you think?” I stared at him thinking what does this have to do with anything. I looked around and saw it. There, sitting in the prominent spot in a cabinet was the tea set I had given him. The card was neatly laying next to it. I looked at him and walked over and looked closer at the cabinet. Everything else in there was trophy related, nothing from any students or from school. I looked back at him and said “You told me before you collect tea sets.” he said “I keep them in the kitchen. This one was special and touched my heart. So I keep it in here where I see it everyday.”

I turned to him and just stared. I walked over and hugged him fiercely. I held onto him and every doubt I had, every stupid foolish notion vanished. I looked up at Peter and he gathered me against him lifting me and kissed me tenderly. He set me down and said “You can ask me anything, and I will always answer you honestly. I want to keep seeing you Sachiko. I know, deep inside, what a kind and compassionate woman you are. It may be crazy but there it is.”

I took his hand and walked him back to the bedroom. I turned to face him and undressed him slowly. The entire time he smiled at me and caressed my head. Of course there was something I was curious about. When I slid down his boxer shorts and I saw his erect cock for the first time… lets just say it hit me in the forehead. I sat back and looked up at him and laughed and he said “Sorry, should have warned you.” I looked up at him as I knelt there, his erect beautiful cock so close to me and thought to myself there was no place else I wanted to be.

I reached up with my hand and gently began stroking it while looking into his eyes. They were full of warmth and building passion. I kept looking at him as I slowly moved forward and began licking it. I licked along his shaft, ran my tongue over the head and lifted it higher so I could lick his balls. He said “Oh my god this is unreal” I moved back to the tip and took him into my mouth. Dont laugh but when your a Catholic Girl you do work at certain things to please a guy without giving “It” up. I slid down his cock as far as I could and felt him hit my throat. He gasped and I thought I want this and I’m going to do it. I went as far as I could and forced him into my throat, my nose hit against his stomach and when I pulled back gasping he shook. I smiled at him and said “Oh my God” and went back after his cock. I wanted it, I was so hungry for it I could barely think. I just lost myself in the moment. Taking him into my throat over and over again. I heard him say “Careful I’m close” and I used my hand to tease his balls while my other hand gripped his thigh. I began working harder and he yelled out “Im going to cum, please…..” I didn’t stop but looked at his eyes and felt it. His big beautiful cock throbbed and started shooting into my mouth. I kept going and took it all in. I felt his thighs shake and eased off slightly. When he was finished I swallowed and pulled back looking up at him.

Peter stared down at me and had such a look of wonder and happiness and he leaned over and scooped me up and took me to the bed. He laid me back and dove between my thighs with a vengeance. I was in a daze of pleasure as he started eating me like a starving man, drawing out every gasp from me like it was a precious gem. I heard him telling me how fantastic I was, how sweet I tasted, and how he could do this all night. He ate me through three wonderful orgasms I can only describe as completely mind shattering. As he slowly made his way up onto the bed above me my thighs were shaking, my heart was racing, and my breasts were heaving with the deep breaths.

He was between my legs and leaning over me. He gently leaned down and began licking my nipples and biting them gently. I arched my back giving him easier access, offering them to him. My hands flew to his head as I held him there gently. One of his hands moved to my wet pussy and began gently caressing me. In no time I was over the top and launched into another powerful orgasm. I could not believe it. I could see nothing but his eyes and the whole world faded away. He held me, gently kissing and caressing me. He was smiling at me and I finally managed to speak and said “Oh Peter… oh my God Peter… that was so beyond words, so amazing” he smiled down at me and said “Then this will really rock your world” and he moved between my thighs. He was hard as rock. I felt it the second the tip of his gorgeous cock touched my wet lips. He slowly slid into me, deliberately and without stopping. Each time I gasped thinking he was done he would prove me wrong, driving further into me than anyone ever had. When his cock was almost all the way inside he made contact with my cervix. I just stared up at this wonderful and heaven sent man and kissed his lips.

He held himself there for a moment while I adjusted to his deep penetration. When he started moving in me I melted. I wrapped my legs around him and put my hands on his shoulders and he began a strong deep steady pace. I was crying out in ecstasy and he gradually increased speed. He was hitting places I never imagined and I was a writhing in pleasure. My orgasm hit like a tsunami and he never faltered. He kept increasing the pace and was hammering into me and then it happened, the deepest I had ever been penetrated. He went past my cervix and as I screamed he kept drilling into me. I was so full of his cock my head was spinning and the pain faded away replaced with nothing but pure raw animal feelings of need. I looked at him and saw the fire in his eyes. As I exploded in another orgasm he kept going for a few more moments and then pulled out. I was still trying to get my bearings as he flipped me over and pulled me onto my knees. He slid his lovely cock back into me and began thrusting again. One hand reaching around me to my clit, the other on my hip. He well and truly deeply fucked me that night. He just kept pounding me and I didn’t know how much more I could take. I had orgasmed so many times I was being held up by him. His strong thrusts never stopping, my body laying totally open to him.

He pulled me back and up against him. He was thrusting like a madman and I was crying out in pleasure or pain. I don’t know, both maybe. I felt his hand leave my hip and gently encircle my throat, holding me fast. He screamed out my name and he came, so deep inside me and buried himself past my cervix. He held me that way for about twenty seconds and then gently laid me back on the bed. I was laying on my stomach, facing him as he laid beside me. He caressed my hair out of my face and said “You are absolutely amazing.” I stared at him and said “But you did all the work, your the amazing one.” He just smiled and said “You inspire me, but if your feeling guilty I’m sure you can make it up to me later” and kissed my lips.

This was really one of the best nights of my life.

This was my first attempt at writing. I am sure I made many mistakes. Please let me know what you thought of this. I do have more to share. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this when this site is filled with so many wonderful authors.

Meeting my slave Martina for the first time, I use her on the toilet as hard, deep and urine-covered as she had always wanted.

Obedience and passion.

I keep visiting lots of online forums and chatrooms related to sex and lesbians, to meet like-minded people and find out more about myself. There, I met Martina. She’s 9 years older than me and bored in her marriage, so while looking for a new rush she tried to find out how it would be with a woman.

We liked each other right away and were both noobs in the chat (though I’ve been there a little longer than her) and soon we were talking about what we both like doing and how we’d do it to one another. One thing lead to another and I soon had my fingers on my pussy while I tried turning her on.

Martina couldn’t or wouldn’t masturbate by the computer, but made sure I got my fair share. She had a fetish for tits and was very proud of her own bust, which she classified as a 38 D. It seemed a bit much for me, especially since she said she was otherwise quite slender and kept her weight, but had a great “latina ass”. But then, I’m just a 34 B, and I’m a sports hater.

Besides that, she was very submissive and wanted me to call her my “slave”. I thought it odd at first, but it seemed to really turn her on, so with time I enjoyed our little role-play as well.

Some day we wanted to meet in person. We live about 200 km apart, it was summer and we were both curious. So we set up a date, a small town, about halfway between both of our homes. Martina was there before and suggested an icecream parlour by the market square. She gave me another description of herself, so I might recognize her. (We didn’t feel comfortable sending photos at the time.) I just said she’d know it’s me – that’s how it is as a redhead, you’ll get noticed.

So I drive to our meeting point and the whole time I’m thinking about what I might do with her when I meet her. Are we just acquaintances? After all, I masturbated several times with her, and she knows more about my secret longings than anyone else. And I know about her fantasies with her friend Cora, or that she wants to be my slave.

Should I just treat her like I did in the chatroom? That’d be daring in public, but it made me wet just thinking about it. Finally, I decided to just wait and see what happened, but was resolved not to hold back.

I found the market square (thanks to GPS) and the icecream parlour as well. She was already there and seemed quite nervous. She wore a pair of tight, stone-washed jeans and a white tube top which accentuated her body nicely. She didn’t lie about her breasts, they were nice and big and nicely shaped. Her hair was long, straight and black, and her face was pretty, in a classical, regal looking way.

I just wore a short, yellow dress with not much underneath. “Hey Martina,” I said and walked up to her as if we knew each other for years. “How are you?”

“Kat?” she asked and stared at me incredulously. She smiled. “Thank god, I thought already…”

“…That I wouldn’t show up?” I asked. “Or that I’m a guy?” She laughed. She had a beautiful, open laugh, and her face was so pretty I wondered why she put so much work into her body.

I sat down next to her. The café had only a few other visitors, a few schoolgirls sat on a table across from us, and a couple seemed to be sitting inside. Other than that, it was empty. The waitress came up and I ordered a big sundae with cream and Cappuccino. Martina sipped her espresso and said she needed to watch her weight. I never cared about my weight, so I enjoyed myself.

“You can have some pussy cream with your coffee,” I laughed. “That’s guaranteed low-cal.”

She blushed. She seemed to be more shy in real life than online. “Kat!” she acted indignant, but didn’t say anything else.

“How’s the sex life?” I asked.

“Well,” she said. “Nothing special. I mostly do it myself, if I even have the time, so not very much. And then I think of…” she paused when the waitress came to bring my order.

Without taking notice of her, I continued: “…of when you’re fisting my twat while I’m eating you out?” This was one of our fantasies, and Martina wanted to sink into the ground for shame while the waitress gave her best to act like she didn’t hear any of that.

I thanked her and got started on my icecream. “Oh god Kat,” Martina said. “You’re crazy.” I smiled. “Do you even know how horny these thoughts make me feel?”

I raised my eyebrows. “No clue,” I said. “As horny as me?” She laughed again. “So tell me,” I asked. “Is it at least good when you come from that?”

She looked around and whispered as she leaned in: “You have no idea… Last night, I gave myself a long nice shower in preparation for today, and I thought of our hot chats. And I just peed nicely on my hand and rubbed it all over my tits while I thought of you doing that to me. You know, like that one time.” I nodded and remembered one of our chats, when we found out we both liked water sports. She sipped her espresso again.

“So what about it?” I asked and pointed at the cup. “Pussy cream?”

“Mmmh,” she moaned. Without asking further, I pulled up my skirt and inserted the long icecream spoon between my legs. It was cold and hard, and I spread my labia while guiding it into my pussy. “Kat,” Martina hissed. “They’re looking at you!” I looked up and the teenage girls from the other table were giggling and whispering. I turned the spoon inside me and pulled it out, holding it up to Martina, who took it reluctantly in her mouth, but started sucking it thoroughly. Again, giggles from the other table.

“God, you turn me on,” she said. I smiled again.

“Are there any bathrooms here?” I asked the waitress as she was passing by our table again.

“Inside,” she replied and pointed.

“What’re we waiting for?” I asked Martina and looked deep into her eyes. She stared at me again, but followed my lead. I secretly took the spoon with me in my handbag.

The bathroom was very small, just a tiny room with a sink out front. We squeezed in anyway and locked the door behind us. I immediately grabbed Martinas tits. She moaned: “Those have been neglected for a long time.” I pulled her top under her breasts and weighed them admiringly in my hands. They really were her whole pride and joy, and rightfully so. I began sucking one with pleasure. Martina leaned against the wall and let me take her, while unbuttoning her jeans and sliding a hand inside them. I grabbed her tight butt while I pulled a nipple with my teeth.

“Did I allow you to touch yourself, slave?” I asked sternly.

Martina pulled her hand back and said meekly: “No goddess, may I?”

“May I what?” I replied.

“May I play with myself, mistress?” she asked shyly.

I bit her breast harder and slapped her bum: “How do we say?”

“May I jack off my cunt, mistress?” she said somewhat more determined.

“Pull down your pants,” I ordered. She slowly peeled off the tight jeans and let it fall to the ground. Her pussy was a dream. Nice dark pubic hair was growing all across her vulva, and below her wet labia were glimmering.

She saw my satisfied smile and said: “I let it grow out just for you, goddess. So you’ll be satisfied with the cunt of your servant.” I nodded and turned her around towards the wall, to get a better look between her legs. There, I noticed the little slut didn’t come unprepared: A nice, black plug was lodged firmly in her ass.

I turned it, and began to move it inside her butt, which she visibly enjoyed. “Oh mistress, do you know how much I longed for that?” I didn’t answer and instead worked her some more with the plug, then pulled it out and pushed it back in, over and over, until I could fuck her tight “latina ass” nicely with it. She moaned louder.

“That’s how you like it,” I hissed in her ear. “Straight up the ass.”

“Oh yes, mistress,” she answered. “I’m such a little anal whore who needs it up her asshole constantly. My dirty hole is just there to be used by you.” I fucked her hard with the plug while I pulled her hair back and pressed her tits against the cold tiles on the wall. She squealed and whimpered, when she came, and stood there for a while gasping for air, the plug still inside her.

I sat down on the toilet seat and spread my legs. “Come here,” I ordered. She knew what time it was and knelt willingly on the floor in front of me. I pulled up my skirt and she purred happily at the sight of my red bush.

“Wow, I did…” she started to say when I interrupted her harshly by aiming a spray of pee straight at her face.

She slurped and drank. It was hotter than I ever imagined it. I pissed on her, and she swallowed it happily, as if she never did anything else. I wondered if her mind wasn’t dirtier than she would let on, because now she was “in the mood” she didn’t know any boundaries. What she couldn’t swallow she let run down her tits, where it dripped on the floor. When I was finished, her white top was soaking wet and had a yellow stain. It didn’t seem to bother her. She licked the last drops out of my pubic hair and then looked up at me. “Give me the fist,” I said.

“Should I really, mistress?” she asked and looked at her hand. She had a few clunky rings on her fingers and several bangles that clattered on her wrist.

“Blast my cunt, slave,” I replied and pulled my twat wide open. I wanted her to look deep inside my hole, into the muff of her mistress, which she had to obey and be obedient to. She pressed her fingers tight and pushed the tips into my hole. They slid in easily, still wet from pee and pussy slime. She moved them gently back and forth, going deeper inside. Her rings rubbed nicely at the walls of my vagina and she only stopped when her knuckles and thumb reached my labia. She looked at me once more, just to make sure, then pushed it in with all her strength.

I groaned deep and loud. Something deep and animalistic, wild and furious broke loose within me and made itself heard with a guttural, primitive scream. Martina looked at me startled but I grabbed her arm and motioned her to fuck me faster, harder, mercilessly. She pushed in as hard as she could and filled my cunt like nothing before. I felt how my snatch constricted around her hand and held her tight, seemingly trying to pull her even further in even though her fingers already touched my cervix. Martina looked at me concerned and I felt her move inside me, twisting, turning, caressing my insides and finally turning into a fist. She began boxing my box.

I came. And then I came again. And again. I thought how this dirty submissive cow was finishing me off, how she did everything I told her to, how she revelled in obeying me and how I, and only I, could do that with her. And I came again. The orgasms shook my body and I didn’t even notice Martina pulling her hand back out. When I regained my senses, she was sucking the rest of the pussy slime off my labia and rubbed her nose in my bush.

I breathed in deep and got up, straightening my dress while she cleaned up the floor with toilet paper. Her tits were still dangling freely out of her top and I think she enjoyed feeling as free as this. When she was finished, she packed them back in as good as possible. The top was now semi-transparent from wetness and her nipples were showing clearly, which made her look even more appetizing. Even though I didn’t need the spoon, I inserted it quickly in my pussy until it was covered in a thin layer of slime, and then we left the bathroom.

I paid at the counter while Martina already went outside, probably to have her top dry faster in the sun. When I followed her, the giggling girls were still at their table; it seemed we weren’t taking quite as long as we thought. I went past their table and looked at them meaningfully while dropping the spoon there.

From the market square we went on a walk down towards the river. Martina reached for my hand and held it and we walked hand in hand along the shore. The weather was nice, the sun was shining and a few pedestrians and bicycles were passing us by. Her top was still somewhat transparent, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She looked happy, very proud and at peace with herself and the world. I was wondering if it was because of me, or because she managed to get out of the house for once and could do something completely different. Feeling like she could be any way she wanted to be. Because that’s how I felt.

We came to a place where the river bent around a curve and was flowing somewhat slower. A small pond was branching off there, and a few people were rowing boats on it. Wanting to enjoy the day, we took a boat and went out across the lake. Martina smiled at me as she sat beside me and we tried without much success to steer in one direction. Finally we gave up and just let the boat drift across the water. I took her in my arms and she leaned her head against my shoulder. We laid back into the boat, until we were all hidden inside it. She pulled up her top and began playing with her breasts again.

“Do you like my tits, Kat?” she asked.

“Of course,” I answered truthfully.

“That’s very important to me,” she said solemnly. “You don’t know how much it means. In school they all made fun of me because they’re big like that. And I was proud of them anyway.” I fell quiet and laid my arm on her, reaching for her breasts. They were warm and soft. “I wish you could jizz on me,” she said suddenly.

“What, why?” I asked.

“I love cum,” she said. “It’s so good to feel it in me or on me, to smell it, to taste it.”

I began caressing her breasts and said: “I can offer you a few other things you can feel, smell and taste.”

Martina moaned again. “God, I could fuck all day long.”

I laughed. “Well, what’s keeping you?”

She looked at me. “But you like it too, right? It’s very important to me that you like everything we do.”

I laughed again. “Don’t worry,” I said. She smiled and sat up. We had drifted to the opposite shore of the lake and the other boats were far away from us, but they probably could still see her sit there topless. I sat back up as well. She looked around and then took off her pants, until she was all naked, the plug still in her butt. At first I was embarrassed, but then I thought “so what” and pulled my dress over my head.

She watched me and smiled. “Your armpits aren’t shaved.”

I blushed. “I don’t like to shave, and they’re so light most people don’t even notice,” I answered. “I love my hair.”

She suddenly kissed me straight on the lips and said gently: “I love your hair too, Kat. I don’t want to change anything about you. You’re a big role model to me, you know?” I smiled shyly. “I’ll let them grow out again too. Fuck beauty standards,” she said.

I laughed. “The way I know us we rather piss on beauty standards.” Martina didn’t say anything but steered the boat towards a small overgrown island close by. I helped her as good as I could.

When we got there, we got off the boat and walked naked through the thicket until we were sure nobody could see us. Then she turned to me and said: “Look at me mistress. All of this belongs to you. I want to be all yours and nobody elses.”

I smiled. “I think I know you better and more intimate than many others,” I said. “That part of you belongs to me.”

She answered: “Oh goddess, nobody knows me like you do. Nobody knows the things you know. With you I can be myself.”

I smiled and eyed her up and down. She was beautiful, sexy, nicely shaped and desirable. And terribly natural. I loved her pubic hair, her tits, her pussy, her ass. “Piss for me,” I said.

Without hesitation she spread her legs and pulled her labia open. I wondered if it was possible to pee with a plug up the ass, when she already made it rain. Her piss sprayed all over and ran down her legs, but she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the freedom to be able to piss on the floor in front of her mistress. I reached for her twat and let the warm stream run across my hand, rubbing the wet fingers on her tits afterwards. “Oh mistress,” she moaned. “My goddess, you know how to please my tits.”

I smiled and made her bend across a tree trunk, and while her cunt was still running out I pushed my fingers inside her and began fucking. Her piss sprayed across my arm while I worked her twat and she moaned loud. “Oh yes!” she yelled. “Yes mistress, give it to me. Use me!” I thrusted two fingers inside her and crooked them, so I could massage her spot with my fingertips. I felt the plug when I moved in and out of her. She moaned louder. “Fuck me hard,” she gasped. “Fuck me like your whore, like your slave cunt.”

I slapped her butt sharply with the other hand. “What are you?” I asked.

I have no clue if anyone heard us, but the thought of her screaming her horniness out into the world turned me on so bad I lost my inhibitions and just wanted to finish her off. Brutally, I slammed four fingers inside her twat like a pocket. She pushed back against the trunk while her tits were dangling big and heavy below her. I slapped them with one hand, making them jiggle even more.

“Yes, give it to my utters,” she spurred me on. “Treat me like a dirty farm slut.” My arm got heavy from thrusting and I became more and more daring. I pulled my fingers out and pressed both hands tight together, spread the thumbs apart and then shoved all eight fingers inside her. I heard her gasp for air, but she bravely pushed back. Her slit was stretching and I pushed the plug in with my thumbs. I fucked her as good as I could inside her tight twat, and she only let out brute moans and began to drool, until she shook all over her body and her knees gave in. My hands slid out of her, and a gush of pussy secretion streamed out.

I knelt beside her and held her tight. She trembled and laughed uncontrollably, kissing my slimy hands and smearing them across her face. I kissed her mouth passionately, pushing my tongue inside her, tasting her, feeling her tits against mine, holding her tight, trembling, happy, tired and fucked out of my mind.

When we had dressed and brought the boat back, she held the plug proudly in her hand as we walked back, as if she wanted to show that she was exactly as dirty and depraved, and even more so, as everyone thought who saw her.

Ok, so this is my first story. I hope you like it. I understand that it may have a few problems with it, but I’m only just getting into writing after being a long time reader of a lot of people’s work on here. I’d love to hear your feedback on it in the hopes I can improve my writing ability. Hope it turns you on. This is not a true story and nobody in this work is real.

Picture Perfect

“Oh come on! It can’t be that bad!” Amy chuckled to herself in front of the glow of her computer screen. “There is no way on earth that I would sleep with a 50 year old pervert just to get my share of the rent together.” Sarah had argued for the past ten minutes with her roommate about the dangers of using Craigslist to make money, but as always with Amy, she had to feeling she was fighting a losing battle.

“You don’t have to sleep with someone, you can just do what I do. Go out for dinner or let them take you shopping. It’s good money.” Amy was a typical ditzy blonde and Sarah couldn’t help but think to herself that she couldn’t put on the always smiling, innocent and flirty act as easily as Amy could if she was sat opposite a guy who was paying her $100 just to cope with a meal together. “What about this one?” Amy turned the laptop screen to show Sarah yet another advert. “It’s only modelling for an hour or so and at the end of it you get $350! Plus you’ve done modelling before.”

It was true, Sarah had on occasion done some modelling shoots, but she doubted that one found on Craigslist would have much in common with the times spent with a professional photographer. For a start, she just knew it would probably take place in some sleazy hotel room or in some newly divorcee’s messy apartment. Nonetheless, modelling was something she could do. And at 22 years of age she still managed to easily maintain her swimsuit body, a pretty face, beautiful brown hair and smouldering blue eyes. Her sun kissed skin and rounded ass capped it off for most men and her 34B breasts might not have been as big as she would have wanted, but fit her slender frame perfectly. In fact, if it wasn’t for her petite five foot four height, so always felt that she might have given modelling a stronger go. Despite Amy’s girl next door cuteness, there was no denying that if you had to label one of the two friends as sexy, it would go to Sarah every time.

“$350 for an hour modelling? So where’s the catch? If he is paying that much he must be a creep.” Sarah said furrowing her brow. “Why can’t someone just be nice in your books?” Amy exclaimed while reading ahead in the advert, before her face dropped. “It’s lingerie modelling and the guy is in his 40s… but it won’t be published. I think he is just lonely and wants to have something to look at when he is lonely.” Amy sympathized. “Does lonely in your world mean jerking off over pictures of exploited girls in your books?” Sarah laughed, but she couldn’t deny that despite the creepiness of it all, if she get paid $350 just for standing in front of a camera in lingerie, she would allow the guy to jerk off to her pictures for the rest of his life as it meant she could cover this month’s rent. “Oh come on Sarah! It isn’t that creepy. It’s over in an hour. Then after that rent is covered for this month. I got mine together by going out with one of these so called ‘creepy’ guys last night and had a lovely time.” Amy pleaded.

Sarah thought for a minute. She couldn’t think of another way of easing their financial troubles, and an hour of her time for $350 was good money. “Ok, but if I don’t have a pleasant experience, then you have to drop the issue of craigslist.” Amy gleefully clapped her hands together and went back to her laptop to begin forming a response to the man. “I’m serious Amy! If he makes even one creepy remark, I don’t want you to be trying to convince me to do it again this time next month.” Sarah felt that her words of warning fell on deaf ears however as she watched Amy tap away on her laptop keys…

Sarah stretched out her arm and knocked firmly on the black, wooden door. “Sarah? Come in, I’m Simon.” The man opening the door said, stretching out his hand which Sarah shook while stepping out from his porch and of the dark night and into the bright and warm entrance of his Simon’s house. Although it was only a condo as she expected, it was tidier, trendier and in a nicer and quieter neighborhood than she had imagined. Simon himself looked to be in his mid to late 40s. He was short at probably five foot eight inches, had short receding black hair and had a bit of a protruding belly, but his teeth were immaculate and all his own and Sarah noted that he may have been reasonably attractive in his younger years.
Simon ushered Sarah into the room adjacent to the entrance hall, where she found a lounge area with a three person black leather sofa backed up against the wall facing a matching armchair at the far side of the room. In between was a large area of thick white carpet. In the corner of the room was a television sex which had been moved to make room. A tripod stood with a camera and a long lens stood giving a side view of the room, the sofa and the chair. On the couch lay a smaller and less expensive camera. “Would you like a glass of wine before we get started?” Simon asked as Sarah surveyed the scene. “I’d rather just get it over and done with if it is all the same to you.” Sarah nervously chuckled. “That’s fine. You’ll find the bathroom just through there if you would like to change into the first outfit. I’ll just set up my gear.” Simon pointed towards a door next to the couch and Sarah shuffled through the room and into a bedroom with even thicker and luxurious cream carpets and a king sized bed with expensive looking linen sheets.

At the far side of the room was a door slightly ajar with a bright light beaming out of it. She stepped through and into a small, but clean and tidy bathroom. On a chair in front of the sink sat a chair with three different sets of lingerie folded into a pile. Sarah slipped her coat off and folded it up and placed it on the windowsill. She placed her handbag down, opened to clasp and took out her mascara and lip stick, before heading over towards the mirror by the sink. She applied the dark black mascara to her eye lashes and then smothered her lips in the deep red lipstick. She removed her shoes, her jeans and her t-shirt before placing them on top of her coat. Sarah surveyed the room one last time for any hidden cameras then, happy with no discoveries, removed her bra and panties and stepped in front of the mirror once again.
Sarah grabs the thick black bra at the stop of the pile and straps it on before straightening the shoulder straps up. Although finding it tight and quite uncomfortable, she had to admire the way it pushed her breasts up, making them look much bigger than a 34B. The lacy bra is matched by a pair of lace black panties and transparent black hold ups with a pair of six inch heels. Once she straightened up, Sarah can’t help but admire how classy she looked in the mirror. She expected to be made up a bit sluttier, but thought that Simon might like something perhaps a bit more up market.

Leaving the bathroom and through the bedroom, she now walks into the lounge again to find the lights are dimmed. “Wow, you look amazing!” Simon remarks while holding his camera. “Where do you want me?” Sarah asks and Simon responds pointing over to the chair. *Click* Sarah turns her head to the camera on the tripod. “Don’t worry about that, that is just set to go off every 30 seconds, but you’ll mainly be posing for this camera that I have here.” Simon then proceed to raise the camera in his hands to his face, look through the lens and then take a photo of Sarah front on. The second was from the side, and the third from behind, before he instructed her to sit on the armchair and pose for another couple of photos. When it was over, Simon peeked up from his camera. “That’s great, if you would like to go put the second pair on now and we can get on with it. You never know, we might be done before the hour mark.”

Sarah returned to the bathroom, pleased and slightly relieved that it was working out much better and faster than she had anticipated. The next outfit was a much thinner and better fitting. It consisted of a purple bra and panty set, but this time without any shoes or stockings. The panties were tight around her buttocks and showed off just a slight bit of both cheeks at the bottom. She re-enters once dressed and Simon asks her to pose in a similar fashion, again ending sat on the chair. “Can I make a request?” Simon asks from behind his camera nervously. “Sure, what you want?” Sarah asks. “I need something a bit different and perhaps a bit sexier this time. Would you bend over the chair for me?” Sarah thought it was going so well that she wouldn’t put up a fight and in fact was feeling slightly sexy in the lingerie, so climbed up onto her knees, leaned over the chair and stuck her ass out for the camera. The fabric tightened around her bum and clung to her cheeks even more as she gives Simon a look over her shoulder while he is snapping pictures off rather quicker than before.

Returning back to the bathroom, Sarah feels even more confident and relaxed and thinks to herself that she better make this last one worth it. Removing her bra, she looks at her now hard nipples in the mirror. Then taking off her panties, notices the dampness of the gusset, moistened by her own excitement. Somehow, feeling so sexy and wanted had turned her on. She picked up the final outfit and to her shock found it to be much more risqué than the others. The bra was white and sheer and her pointed nipples were clearly visible through it. The panties this time a matching white thong that rode right up her ass and made her cheeks fully visible. Sarah wondered if it was too late to back out, but still get paid, but thinking that it would only be an extra five or ten minutes and only for Simon’s private collection, walked out to Simon with his draw dropped. He took more photos this time, obviously focused on both the front view in which her nipples could be seen and the back in which her ass cheeks were hanging out. Sarah felt a tingle of excitement as she climbed onto her knees on the arm chair again and peered back to see Simon, slightly hunched to try to hide the bulge in his pants. “Ok, could you pull your thong down ever so slightly for me?” Sarah reached back and placed her thumb under the waist band of her thong and pulled it down and to the side ever so slightly. *Snap* “A little bit more” *Snap* “And a bit more” *Snap* “Come on Sarah, don’t be shy!” Sarah now pulled the elastic and slipped it down. *Snap* The camera caught the perfect moment of Sarah’s slip and the other side of her panties slipped down and she felt the cool breeze of her now exposed asshole.

“Wow! I guess you aren’t shy after all.” Simon remarked as Sarah pulled the thong back up and turned around, letting out an awkward giggle before sitting on the chair. “We still have some time before the hour up if you would like to make a bit more money?” Simon asked sitting down on the couch behind him. “More money?” Sarah said intrigued. “Yeah, you clearly have a nice body and you’re not shy about it, and seeing as it is only for my private collection and that outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination, how about bumping your pay up to $600 for a few naked snaps?” Simon calmly asked, his heart racing 100 miles an hour. Sarah had to admit to herself the $600 sounded like a good deal for photos that nobody else would see, and felt more and more suggestible and comfortable around Simon as her arousal at the situation increased. Sarah stood to her feet calmly, then reached behind her back with both hands and nervously fumbled off the clasp and dropped her bra to the floor, revealing her perky breasts and her already hardening nipples to Simon’s gaze and the cool air of the room. Simon was quiet and mesmerized as Sarah reached down to her panties, hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistline and pushing them down her long, smooth and slender legs and onto the floor bellow. Standing straight she now gave Simon a completely naked view of herself. Her pussy was smooth and shaved and glistened with dampness in the light.

After what felt like an eternity of Sarah watching Simon look up and down her naked body, Simon raised the camera to his face, and snapped a picture of her now naked form. Much like before, Simon took pictures of her from the front and back, before getting her to lean over the chair again. Sarah stuck her ass out towards the camera, feeling more exposed than she had ever done before. Simon flashed more and more pictures off of her exposed holes. “Ca…Can I ask if you can do something to make this look really sexy?” Simon spluttered and looked up to a curious Sarah turning her head, but slowly nodding it. “Can you reach underneath your legs and put your hand on your vagina? You don’t need to do anything with it, but in the photo it will look so sexy and like you’re masturbating.” Sarah’s heart rate increased as she reached under her legs and up into the pose Simon had described. She placed her hand over her damp pussy and pressed in slightly, feeling just how excited by the situation she really was.

“Thanks! That’s going to look so unbelievably hot! Hey, if you didn’t mind doing that last pose, how about I give you $1000 instead of $600 and we can make it look even naughtier? We wouldn’t actually be doing it, but I could make it look like we are playing together.” Sarah didn’t have to think about it for long. $1000 would ease her money problems and give her a bit extra, and it was clear from the way her groin was reacting, she was enjoying herself. “Ok, how do we do it?” Simon instructed Sarah to sit down on the chair and place her feet on the arms of it. He snapped another picture of her with her legs spread, before getting down on her knees in front of her and placing his hand on her pussy. Sarah flinched, but didn’t say anything as he took a photo of his hand placed over her pussy, having to admit to herself that it felt kind of nice to be touched after feeling horny for so long. Simon then slipped his middle inside of her wet hole, feeling the warmth inside. He went up to his knuckle before taking a picture and withdrawing it and presenting it to Sarah’s lips. She placed the finger in her mouth, tasting her juices as Simon took another picture. Simon, then leans down to her pussy as if to eat it out, but stops just before putting his mouth to it. As they waited for the camera in the corner to snap a side angle shot of the pose, Sarah could feel Simon’s heavy breath on her sensitive opening, internally willing him to just stick his tongue out and lick it. However, he doesn’t and when the picture is taken he stands back up and starts to undo his belt. Sarah’s eyes widen, now in panic mode and disbelief of how she got herself in this situation. Simon unzips his flies and takes out his already hard dick. Although only average in length at about six inches, Sarah noticed that it was fairly thick, circumcised and clean looking.

Simon then takes Sarah’s hand and guides her to wrap it around his thick dick, which she limply clings on to as he takes another snap. “Open your mouth” Simon requests, before taking Sarah’s hand off his cock and guiding it forward. Sarah watched it oncoming, but before it reaches her open mouth, he veers to the right of her and places the warm and pulsating member on her cheek, giving the impression that a blowjob is being given from the view of the side camera. She closes her mouth in slight disappointment at not being able to feel his dick in her throat after the picture is taken, but doesn’t have long to feel bad about it as he places it over her chin and lips, lying it along her face and up to her nose before taking another picture. Simon then grips the base of his dick and takes it off of Sarah’s face. “Stick your tongue out for me” Simon told Sarah, which she obliges to. He then places the tip of his dick on to her tongue and holds it while he takes a pic. Sarah can taste a mixture of cleanness and soap alongside the salty, musky taste of Simon’s pre-cum which is leaking out of the tip of his dick and onto her tongue.

Simon then placed his hand on the back of Sarah’s head and forces more of his shaft inside her eager mouth. Sarah pulled her tongue back into her mouth and wrapped her lips around Simon’s cock, now engulfing the head completely. Simon is now eagerly snapping off pictures as Sarah slowly slips her mouth down Simon’s shaft, trying hard not to gag as she buries her nose in his trimmed pubic hair. As Simon let out a moan from behind his camera, Sarah resisted the urge to suck on or flick her tongue against the pole that was filling her mouth. When Simon was satisfied he had enough pictures, he removed his now wet dick which glistened from Sarah salivating over it and there was smudges of her red lipstick up the shaft. “Ok, get on all fours looking at the camera over there.” Simon pointed to the camera still snapping in the corner and Sarah got down on all fours onto the thick carpet as Simon completely undressed behind her. She felt Simon place his penis underneath her and his hands on her hips, and felt his cock pushing up against her lower stomach, giving the illusion he was inside her to the camera. After a few pictures, Simon then picks up his handheld camera and places his dick at the entrance of Sarah’s now soaked pussy and takes an aerial shot of his cock placed against her opening. Sarah resists the urge to push her ass back and feel Simon’s dick become engulfed as it slips inside her.

“Can I get a video of me inside of you on the couch?” Sarah’s heart skipped a beat at the request, eager to feel something inside of her before she leaves this evening. “Ok, that’s fine.” She said nervously. They both got up and Simon positions the tripod in the corner to look directly at the couch before flicking the camera onto record mode, hitting record and then sitting himself down on the leather couch and grabbing hold of Sarah’s hips and guiding her to sit on top of him. As she straddled him, he placed his dick at her warm and damp entrance and felt her pussy lips wrap around the head. Sarah pushed down and felt the dick slip inside her with no resistance. When she hit the bottom, she let out a gasp of pleasure, thankful to finally feel something as thick as Simon’s cock inside of her. She then slipped up the length of his shaft and back down again, before picking up the pace and riding Simon hard. It was a good couple of minutes of intense pleasure before Sarah realized the words and moans that were coming out of her mouth. “Oh fuck! You feel so nice inside my pussy Simon!” Before she can reach orgasm though, Simon grabs her hips and stops her from bouncing on him any further. “Stop! You don’t want me to finish already do you? We need to really make this complete. I want to fuck you in the ass.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. “No way! I’ve never done anal before and you’re lucky to have even got this far with it.” Simon frowned and looked up at her with puppy dog eyes. “But, I wanted to get a quick video of me fucking your ass. That’s what I thought about when I offered you the $1000, I’m afraid I can’t give you the full amount if you don’t give me what I wanted. Ok, how about a compromise. I’ll give you the full $1000 if you let me take a picture of just the head inside your ass.” Sarah was now panicking, not wanting to have come this far and get conned out of what Simon owed her. How bad can it be if it is just the head, she thought to herself. “Ok, but just the head!” She said, causing Simon to beam up at her. Sarah climbed off of Simon’s pole and sits herself down on the sofa, reclining back and bringing her legs up to her side. Simon got up and left the room for the bedroom as Sarah reached under her knees and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her virgin hole to the still recording camera in front of her. Simon returned with a short tube of lube and sprayed it all over his dick, before positioning himself on the floor in front of the sofa. Simon then squirted a generous onto his middle finger and placed it at the entrance of are ass. Sarah flinched at the cold liquid being applied and felt more and more of it leave the tube as Simon slowly wormed her finger inside of her butt. He placed his other hand over her pussy and began to rub her clit with his thumb as he attempted to insert a second finger into her anus. Sarah felt uncomfortable as Simon began to finger fuck her freshly opened ass, but didn’t want him to stop due to the pleasure he was giving to her clit, so she instead tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Sarah then felt both of Simon’s hands leave her body, before feeling the warm head of his dick placed at the entrance of her ass and the unmistakable snap of a picture being taken. Without thinking, so reached her hand forward the wear Simon’s thumb had been and began to rub her clit to get the sensation back.

She gritted her teeth as she felt Simon push harder and harder against her ass, trying to impale her against some resistance. She lets out a whimper of pain as her ass finally gives way and Simon manages to slip his head inside her. Feeling relieved that the head is now in, she hears another click of the camera, but is alarmed when she feels Simon push more and more of his shaft inside her. “OW! The heads inside, just take the picture!” She demands. “The head isn’t fully in yet, it won’t look right.” Simon responds. Simon continues and gets another inch inside of her before Sarah opens her eyes and stops rubbing herself, placing her hand on his stomach and stopping him from getting any further inside. Simon the takes Sarah’s hand away and snapped a picture of half his cock buried inside Sarah’s ass. He places the camera down on the floor and looks up, still inside of her to see Sarah staring into his eyes. They look intensely at each other for a minute in silence, before they lean in and lock lips. Sarah can feel Simon push further inside of her as their tongues dance around in each other’s mouths.

As Simon breaks off the passionate kiss and slips the last few centimeters inside her Sarah gasps, as if she had been winded. Simon picked up his camera again and takes a couple of photos of her ass engulfing his thick cock as it completely stretches around his shaft. Sarah could feel every millimeter of his six inches as he slowly slid it back out and forcing it back into her. Stride after stride her ass stopped resisting and in turn hurting as it got used to the intruder it was swallowing. She began to play with herself again as Simon used her backside to pleasure himself. As his strokes got firmer and faster, Sarah’s fingers rubbed harder and deeper, occasionally slipping one inside her. She felt the familiar feeling in her loins building up. Soon she was oblivious to everything else that was happening and could only think about the sensation of her clitoris. Her legs straightened stiff as she reached climax. She was breathless for about ten seconds until she suddenly realized the sensation in her ass, now feeling tighter than ever before.

The sensation for Simon was too much, feeling her anus squeeze around his cock while Sarah squirmed herself through an intense orgasm. With some reluctance he pulled himself out of her backside, still trying to swallow and suck him in. “Got on your knees!” Simon urgently shouted. Sarah threw herself down on her knees in front of the camera, just in time to catch the first spurt as Simon jerked himself over her face. The first rope of jizz splashed diagonally across her lips and onto her far cheek. Sarah, with her eyes tightly fastened felt the warm sensation as it hit and couldn’t help flick her tongue out to her lower lip, taking in a thick, creamy glob of his salty sperm and tasting it. The next jet hit right over her closed right eye and into her fringe. The third and fourth streams landed right across her nose and onto her other cheek. A fifth was more runny and splashed on Sarah’s chin and dribbled onto her bare breasts below and Simon squeezed out the last few drops onto her pretty face. Sarah’s face felt completely warm and covered as she heard Simon move about and then the distinct sound of him taking pictures of her cum splattered face. “You may want to clean that off in the bathroom” Simon said as Sarah slowly peered out of her one capable eye. She got to her feet and stumble through the bedroom and once again into the bright light of the bathroom, grabbed a hand towel and wiped away a thick strand of semen covering an eye so she could once again open it and peer out. Standing in front of the mirror, she peers at her cum soaked face, now dribbling down her chin and neck and onto her body, before wiping it off and washing her face in the sink.

Despite feeling very sore, she managed to slowly get back into the clothes that she came in, before limping slightly into the front room to see Simon sat, now dressed again on the couch with his laptop in front of him. “You will find the money on the chair. I’ve called for a cab to pick you up. It won’t be long.” Sarah picked up a brown envelope on the armchair and peered inside to see a bundle of $20 bills. She placed it safely in her handbag, before gingerly sitting on the couch next to Simon. Despite her ass feeling sore, she was made to feel even more uncomfortable by the fact the Simon was now watching the recording of what had just happened on his laptop. It began to sink in what she had actually done and could only wish to herself that Simon kept his promise and kept it for his own viewing alone.
They both spoke very little in the ten minute wait, until the cab finally arrived. As if they were business partners, they shook hands at the door as Simon shook Sarah’s hand. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry on the cab ride home, but knew she was glad to be sitting there with $1000 in her purse. The walk up the stairs to her apartment was painful, and she was glad to get her key into the lock and slip inside the comfort and safety of her home. Amy came rushing to great her with her characteristically wide grin. “How did it go? Was it as creepy as you thought? Did you enjoy it?” She was sure that Amy had hundreds of questions, but Sarah just shrugged them off and said “Yes, it was ok. Pretty boring stuff really. I am tired now though so think I’ll go to bed.” She smiled back at Amy, hoping to not give her any reason to be concerned. In bed, Sarah’s mind was racing. She thought, as she couldn’t piece together what exactly to make of the night’s events, she should just lock them away and never think of them again. Slowly her mind slowed as she fell further and further into a deep sleep.

ONE MONTH LATER

Sarah opened up her email inbox to find she had a new message. Her heart starts to race as she sees the sender “Simon” and the email subject “Craigslist”. She had tried to block that night from her memory, but the $1000 sitting in her bag was too much of a reminder. Opening up the message, she read the contents:

“Hey! Thanks for a wonderful night together. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone as successful as you.
P.S. Thanks for telling your roommate that you had a good time!”

Sarah’s heart skipped faster and faster. Had he been in touch with Amy? All that she had said was that it went ok. Underneath the message she found a link to a website she had never heard of before. She reluctantly clicked on the link and a new window opened up the page of a porn site. The main part of the page is a picture of a pretty little blonde naked on her knees, beaming up to the camera with her face completely plastered in cum. Behind her is a black leather couch and thick white carpets underneath her. It was unmistakable to Sarah that it was a picture of her roommate Amy, sat in Simon’s house. Scrolling down the page, she discovers it was uploaded by a user calling himself “craigslist_creep” and opens the link to the member’s profile. A series of galleries of different girls appear on the right hand side of the screen and sure enough at the top is a gallery labelled “Amy”. Three galleries down though, Sarah gets a sinking feeling in her stomach as she notices one labelled “Sarah”. She clicks the link to open up of gallery with all the pictures and videos that Simon had taken of her last night and to her horror sees that the view count on each is in the thousands and the user comments are in the hundreds. She navigates to the comments section to see “Hottest one yet!”, “How do you get to be so lucky craigslist_creep?” and “Damn! I can’t stop jerking over this one! Thanks!”

Sarah lay on her bed in silence and shock, reading a barrage of comments. She slowly reached down under her covers, sliding her hand onto her panties, to feel the dampness of her pussy seeping through the cloth…

Well, there you go. Hope you enjoyed it. If you didn’t, then have mercy as it was my first attempt.
– H, xxx

A woman wakes up with no memory of her past or any recollection of being a woman

She took a long look and the man next to her. He lay on his back, his chest slowly moving up and down as his eyes remained closed. She studied him with great attention, looking at his neck and a small freckle that sat at the base of his throat, the way his muscular chest met in a valley and sprung up and came to an apex at two well formed pectoral muscles, his slightly formed abs with a small line of thin hair leading south past his belly button, and finally she became fixated on the massive cock that lay limp on his thigh. He had no hair around the base of his dick. She could not see his balls, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the way the head of his cock gently flowed over and revealed a slightly pinkish hue, and the hint of veins. She tried to look away, but she couldn’t. Then it hit her.

She shouldn’t be looking at a penis, shouldn’t be looking at a man next to her, didn’t know who she was or where she was. She didn’t know this man. Panic hit her. She snapped the covers off of her and threw her legs off the side of the bed. In one motion, she stood, but found her balance off. As she came upright, the body stirred behind her and heard, “babe, you ok?” She looked back, but the voice had already trailed off, and he was turning over and grabbing her pillow.

Her attention came back to her body quickly. She righted herself against the wall, and even though for a minute she knew wasn’t drunk, getting her mind straight was difficult. She took steps around the bed as if she knew where she was. Her heart was racing, a cold sweat broke out over her. She walked into the bathroom as if she knew where she was going, but once inside, and the lights were found without effort, she came face to face with herself, and discovered the horror. In front of her stood the reflection of a young 20 something female. A confused look dominated her face, but that drew little of her attention. Her eyes fixated on her chest, the massive breasts that hung off her body. She reached up toward her chest to find them on her body. But she shouldn’t have breasts. This body shouldn’t be her.

The weight of them were amazing and the disorientation when she got out of bed suddenly became understandable. When she lifted them, she felt the relief, if it could be called that, from her upper chest and back. When she released them, they fell immediately, making a barely audible slap against her abdomen and a slight giggle up the length of her breast. She grabbed her hardened nipple with two fingers, pulling it out and pulling her breast from her body. They elongated until her breast began to be removed from her abdomen and the weight of the tissue began to provide a bit of pain. She released it quickly.

She stood there for a minute and the confusion took over. Who was she? She asked herself if she really was this person, but then again, searching her memory, no alternative came. She didn’t feel that she was another person trapped in this body, but this body struck her as so alien that she felt she was violating someone else by standing there shirtless in the bathroom. There were no answers, and then she thought about the man in the other room. Was he her husband? Boyfriend? She couldn’t bear the possibility of anything else, but it was then that there was a small knock on the door and the voice came to her through the door.

“Babe, you ok? I gotta pee something crazy.”

Panic came over her once again. She felt like she should cover herself, but then again, there was a need for answers. She opened the door and didn’t say anything. He walked in and past her and stood over the toilet, raised the seat, and began peeing. The stream shocked her with its force, and as it wound down he seemed to do this slight wiggle with his body. She watched him intently, examining his muscular ass, dimpled in at the sides with the effort, and releasing to a perfectly rounded butt once finished. He turned to her and smiled, slightly bumped her out of the way, and washed his hands. Once done, he brushed his wet palms on the towel on the wall, and without a word, grabbed my chest, palms down. His large hands didn’t fit completely around each breast, but with a slight squeeze and some force toward me, he lifted them slightly and then squeezed tighter. His cold hands instantly caused goose bumps with rise on my chest and arms.

“Damn you got some great fucking tits. Can’t get over those things.”

……………

He released them as quickly as he took them in his possession. I stood shocked and fixated on the feeling of my breasts in his hands. I looked down at his penis dangling and he caught my eyes.

“Yeah babe, he likes them too.” He laughed and brushed past me once again, turned around with a smile, and began to speak again. As he stepped into his pants, underwear free, he said, “same as always I’m guessing.”

He continued the look he was giving me for a few seconds, and then continued to get dressed. After he had buttoned his pants and thrown his shirt on, unbuttoned, he pulled his wallet out and removed a stack of bills and placed them on the corner of the bed. I still didn’t speak.

“All right beautiful, same time same place.” He came over and kissed me on the cheek and before I could even understood what had just happened, he was gone.

I don’t know how long I stood there in shock, but it seemed like a lifetime. When I began to come back to reality, I sat on the corner of the bed, pink and blue silk panties, and nothing else, and took the wad of bills in my hand. Fifteen hundred dollars. Who in their right mind gave someone that much money and then leaves. Was I really a whore? I couldn’t be. I mean I saw the body in the mirror. It was the sexist thing I had ever seen in my life (did that mean I was really a man?—no clue), but still. Who would pay that much money to sleep with someone? No one in their right mind, or at least someone with a ton of money. I couldn’t imagine being a “kept” woman, someone that is at the beck and call of someone else. I didn’t know who he was, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

I walked into the living room and looked around. There were pictures of me with other people, some older, some younger. There were a few where the same people kept reappearing, others that looked like occasional pictures with people that I knew but were not close to (it appears to me at least to be completely obvious the difference between the two). I studied the woman, me, that appeared in most of the pictures. She seemed happy, normal—beautiful, but normal. She, me, was hugging close friends, doing things (camping, amusement parks, cook outs, etc.) that were perfectly normal, and now it seemed that I was her. Looking at the pictures, there seemed to be some truth to the entire situations within the picture. It was like through an interior fog I knew them to be true, that that was really me, but as hard as I could, I could not place who they were, their names, or anything about them.

I started thinking about me. What did I know about me. I knew I existed. I knew I had a mind and a general perception of reality and how the world worked, but I didn’t know who I was. How could I know what a whore was if I didn’t know who I was? How could I be attracted to myself? Was there some general notion of beauty that I was aware of, and now that I wasn’t connected to “myself” I had some knowledge of?

I didn’t know anything really other than I was naked in a strange place and the body I was in felt completely foreign. I decided that I had to at least put some clothes on. I walked back to the bedroom and made my way to the closet. Once there, I found drawers that, once opened, provided me with at least something to wear. Everything was complicated, but after a few moments of starring at underwear, bras, and lingerie (there were three full drawers of lingerie), I simply threw on a tee shirt to cover myself and a pair of socks (I know it doesn’t make much sense). I walked out to the bedroom and realized that the entire room reeked of sex. I had to get he sheets out of there, that at least I knew. It was already a bit disturbing that some strange man paid me a lot of money for what appeared to be sex, but to have the smell constantly remind me of it was too much.

I traveled the way back to the living room and then to the kitchen where I found a stack washer/dryer. I stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washer and started it. It scared me a bit how I knew how to do all these things, that they made sense, but I don’t remember ever learning them or anything. I was so confused it hurt, so I decided to try and end the confusion. There had to be some indication within these walls of where I was, who I was, and everything about my life. This place held the answers, and it didn’t appear that I had anything to do.

I decide to look for a wallet or purse. I looked in the bedroom, but there was nothing there, and the living room provided little help, but by the front door, on this oblong table a small purse lay on the surface. I opened it and spilled the contents on the coffee table. Inside was a small leather fold with credit cards and finally, a drivers license.

My name is Emily. I’m 25. Its something. Further investigation tells me that I am also a member of a local gym, appear to like to carry around a lot of cash, and seem to have several bank accounts with a significant amount of money in them. Back in the bedroom, I started going through the drawers to find out more about myself. It took me no time to find out what I needed. In the bedside table were two journals. One was larger and thinner, the other was much thicker and looked like more of a personal journal.

I sat on the bed and put the thinner notebook beside me, opened the other, and turned to the last page that was written on. It gave the date as June 10. There was a long entry about going shopping with some friends, buying some lingerie, and having drinks, but what dominated the entry concerned the work. It appeared that she, or I, loved her work but was concerned about how others viewed her. She didn’t want other people thinking she was a whore, so she operated in such a way as to keep even her closest friends clueless. There were hints at some sort of recording through her computer, but it wasn’t really clear.

I put the book down and opened the one I threw on the bed. When I opened it, a sheet of paper fell out. It was typed, with times of the day on one column and at the top the days of the week. I tried to figure out what today was, but I had no clue and didn’t know where to do to find out. Then I remembered (remembered—so exciting) that the weather channel had the date on the screen. I rushed to the living room, learning too late how much it hurt to run with big boobs. They flopped and slapped against me so hard I had to grab them and hold them up for a second to stop the rush of pain.

It was Monday. (A really shitty case of the Mondays). I rushed back into the bedroom, this time holding my tits so they wouldn’t fly around (I should so find my bras), and looked at the schedule. Down the column for Monday it had three listings. One at 10 one at 1 and one at 4:30. The first had “Mark” next to the time and “BJ250.” The second had “Jerry—BJx2300.” The last said “Ben—FF350.”

I snapped my neck to look at the clock beside the bed. “9:57.” Shit. I didn’t know what to do. The idea of sucking a dick scared me to death, but I didn’t know why. I threw down the books and put them back in the bedside table. I stood up and noticed first that all I had on was a tee shirt and panties, and second that I didn’t have much time. About the time the adrenaline started pumping, there was a knock at the door. I panicked. What could I do. I had to answer it. I opened the door and a man about 6 foot walked in the door. There were no words spoken. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into my bedroom. He almost threw me down on the bed and said, “I hope you saved all that nice man cum for me.”

Before I knew it, he had my panties off and his face nestled into my crotch. At first I was scared, and then a raging heat and pleasure came from his face. He stuck a finger in me, and moved it around in a circle a few times, stretching me a bit and making me aware for the first time of my vagina. To feel something pressing inside you was startling. He licked my pussy and then, when apparently done, he pushed my legs up and started licking my ass hole. Without warning, his tongue invaded my ass and his fingers started rubbing just above my opening. It didn’t take long. I came with violence, and when I did a stream of fluid shot out of me and just passed through his hair line. It continued for a minute and then he stood. I was already exhausted.

“God almight, his cum tastes good coming out of you.” And with that, he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them and his boxers to the floor. He crawled up on the bed beside me and placed his butt right beside my face. His semi erect dick hanging on his thigh just to the right of my face. I knew what I had to do. All indications pointed to the face that I had to now suck thus guys dick.

He wasn’t huge, but he had a good sized dick. I could tell that (how I don’t know) by looking at the thing on his leg. After a short pause of deliberation, I rolled over and without a word just put his semi hard dick in my mouth. I wasn’t ready for how the thing filled my mouth. As he got harder, the size seemed impossible to take, but it seemed no matter how hard I pushed down on his dick, it entered my mouth easily. At first I was uncomfortable, but after only a short time, I could think of nothing else better in the world. The feel of my lips around his shaft, the length as it entered my mouth, the head as it brushed past my tongue, the pressure against the back of my throat when he reached it and then the release of the pressure when he pulled out, all seemed like the most amazing feelings in the world.

I sucked him with passion and vigor. I wanted it all in my mouth. I wanted to try and squeeze his dick with my lips so hard that I could take it with me.

In no time it came. A huge rush of his cum erupted in my mouth. I was caught completely off guard, but once the rush came, instincts pushed my head all the way down on his cock so my lips were firmly against him. I opened my mouth and felt the length of his cock in my throat. I felt him twitch and buck, all the time keeping him deep, and when I could take it no more, I pulled off him, only to catch the last two small surges of his cum on my tongue. I savored the taste, the feel of this thickness on my tongue, how it clung together and then slowly watered down with my saliva. I held it there, content. When I swallowed it, the feeling remained on my tongue, it coated as it slid down into my stomach, and even after I swallowed again, moved up to face him, I still tasted the strong flavor of what I now knew was cum.

He got up off the bed and got dressed. I stayed there laying on the bed in my state of bliss looking at him.

“Next week is the big week huh?”

I think he could tell I was completely oblivious to what he was saying.

“You know the group on Sunday night. I freakin’ cant wait. You gotta make sure you get like five or six or something and just have them all cum in you over and over. And like just sit on your back until I get here. Fucking hot.” He paused uncomfortably, “So you excited about it?”

I paused. I realized I had never heard my own voice. “Scared.”

“Really? It’s the same guys as last time right?” He paused. “Oh ok yeah I know you can’t talk about other clients, but damn big dicks like you described. Wow, I’d be scared too. But I guess you like it or you wouldn’t want to do it again.”

He walked to the door and when the door closed I caught a brief look at the three hundred fifty dollars on the bedside table before I slowly drifted off.

I woke with a knock on the door. I jumped up in shock and threw on my panties. I couldn’t get sucking him out of my mind. I mean I don’t know if this body or I had ever sucked before, but at that moment I had never done anything, and I kept thinking about it. The feel, the taste, everything. And all that when I was panicking. I knew what was at the door. I figured out the code, I thought, but I only had these panties on and this stupid tee shirt. I ran around looking for shorts I think, but I don’t know. Panic is a funny thing. When the second knock happened, I couldn’t wait. I ran to the door and opened it before I thought about it.

“Thought you weren’t going to answer.” They walked in past me (it must be a habit) and sat on the couch.

The one guy talking must know me or had been here before, obviously, but the other guy seemed scared, like he had never done this. Both were attractive, younger, and totally out of their element.

Jerry, I would come to know, looks at me, stands back up, unzips his pants, and simply says, “in here or in the bedroom. Where do ya think?” like it was nothing.

“Here is fine.” I answered half heartedly.

He unbuttoned and dropped his pants, with his boxers shortly following. He was already semi hard, but his friend didn’t move. He looked at me and smiled.

I took it as a cue. I walked towards him and pushed him on the couch. I jumped down on his semi-erect cock and took it all the way in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the base hard and flicked at his dick in my mouth making it sway back and forth. I brought my mouth around him fully and pulled it out of my mouth slowly, inching my way up with a suck in between. By the time I pulled him out of my mouth, he was hard, but as soon as he left my lips, I felt him pull me up. He stood as I stood, and with his two hands he grabbed my sides and lifted my shirt over my head. He threw my shirt on the floor and grabbed my boobs with both of his hands. He lifted them and then cupped them, shaking them and watching them ripple and move. He moved them around till my nipples were hard, pinched them, and then put his hands on the top of my head and pushed me down. I took the cue and put his dick back in my mouth and started sucking.

In no time the action brought his friend over, and when I opened my eyes, his friends hand was grabbing my tit and his dick was out and hard. It was an impressive dick, much bigger than his friends with a large bulbous head, and when I saw it, I had to have it. I switched dicks quickly, pulled his friend to my mouth so fast it caught him off guard. He released my tit and as soon as I had the head of his dick in my mouth, Jerry had my tits in his hands. I pushed him as far back in my mouth as I could, but he was much too thick to take all of him. I got violent sucking him. I wanted it. I wanted him to cum. I was so turned on all I could think about were these two guys cumming in me and on me. He didn’t last. In only five minutes of sucking he let lose a grunt and then the rush of cum came. It wasn’t a massive amount, but it squirted in my mouth. I didn’t swallow it. I felt it on my tongue, lifted off him and cupped my mouth shut so it wouldn’t leak out and then pushed Jerry’s dick into my mouth with complete suction so I could feel his dick in my mouth with all his friends cum. He pumped into my head a few times, grabbing the back of my head and pulling it towards him violently for about thirty seconds and then he blew. This time the cum blasted out. It filled my mouth in no time, and I almost choked. I swallowed a few times, but the shock came to fast, and cum leaked out the side of my mouth and on to my boobs. He kept cumming and I sucked him until he got soft.

“That was amazing as always. Thanks for letting my boy come along. Next week just you and me?”

“Sure.” I said as I scooped the cum off my boob and put it in my mouth, lost in the moment and completely forgetting that they were actually there.

“See, that’s why you are fucking amazing. That and those tits. Holy Jesus, Ted, didn’t I tell you she had the best set of tits alive.”

He pulled up his pants and on the way out, he put an envelop on the table beside the door. I sat there on my knees in the living room, shirtless and soaking wet. My panties were soaked, and my body was on fire. I could see why someone did this, why they blew guy after guy. It was fucking crazy how turned on I was, and even when I tried to stand up and find in my mind what I had to do for the next few hours, all I could think about was the feel of his dick in my mouth and the heat of his cum as it shot out into my mouth. I threw myself on the couch and felt my tits slam back and forth and settle with my stillness, pancaked out and hard in the cold room.

I wasn’t going to let myself fall asleep again. I had to learn more about this woman I was. I got up and got my shirt back on. My tits were beginning to seem normal. I prepared myself for their movement so it was no shock or surprise.

I walked in the bedroom and all I could think about was fucking tonight, having one of those huge cocks inside me. I sat down and read more about me. Most everything was about the guys, about clients. About what they liked, how they were, how the sessions went. I tried to count backwards to find Mondays to see what I was facing tonight. I started from the beginning to see if I could find a description of him, and not just a “great time.” Here it was. “Bed is a treat. He’s younger, I think in college, one of those daddy’s boys spending daddy’s money, but he’s not a prick. He’s got a good dick, cums pretty heavy, and likes pretty traditional stuff in bed.”

I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing. I got some food, took a shower and looked through my clothes. I decided that I should treat tonight more like a date than a quick thing, thinking that that was what was called for a bit more. If he was “traditional” I thought that maybe it would be more his speed. I made sure I had some wine in the fridge and as the hour approached, I picked out a nice dress (everything I had showed a bit too much cleavage), and sat watching television until the knock on the door came.

I greeted him unlike the others, and told him to take a seat on the couch. He sat down without words and I went to the kitchen to get us some wine. I sat down, handed him a glass and asked how his week was. He looked shocked, but after a second, he took a sip, and settled in. He told me about his frustrations at work and evidently home life issues with his wife and kids. Then he broke the conversation. “So like you usually only let me have an hour.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I thought it would be nice to relax for a bit. I don’t have any plans for the rest of the night, we’re good.”

“Oh,” he was shocked again, “that’s awesome.”

“Another glass?”

I took his glass and filled both, returned and we sat in silence for a few moments drinking. He started asking about me, which I didn’t exactly have the qualifications for answering, so I changed the subject.

“So, what does your wife not do that you really want to try.”

“You mean sexually?” I could tell the subject made him nervous.

“Don’t worry. Its me. No judgement.”

“Well, I’ve told you before, our sex consists of her on her back. That’s it. She never sucks, never moves, just lays there and takes it. If I get aggressive at all she freaks out. Says I hurt her.”

“Oh, how do you hurt her.”

“I don’t know. I’m not huge or anything. Who knows. Its always late at night in bed, she gives in. Any other time she pushes me away and tells me its not the right time.”

“I hear ya. Well you got me.” I smiled and took his glass once more. I went to the kitchen and filled the glasses, not hearing that he had come in the kitchen behind me. I opened the fridge once again to replace the wine, and as I bent over slightly to reach in, he pressed himself firmly behind my, his cock resting against my ass. I set the wine in the fridge as his hands grabbed my hips, and as I closed the door and stood upright, he moved his hands up, tracing the sides of my body and moving around front to cup my breasts. My eyes shut with the feeling. I could feel his hardness through his pants against me. His hands squeezed my tits and moved them up and down. I tried to turn, but his power kept me in my place. Even that turned me on. He kissed my neck and then reached into my dress and cupped my left boob. With that speed increased. Without warning, he lifted my dress and I instinctively raised my arms to let him take it off. Again I tried to turn, but he stopped me.

His left hand grabbed my hip, his right felt my ass and swirled around it, finding my thong against my ass, pulling it slightly, and then lightly spanking me. My ass giggled with the contact, he kissed my back and then pulled my thong down. It all happened quickly. I could feel how wet I was, and as soon as my panties came down, and his fingers probed me, I could smell it. He dropped his pants, and as he stood he grabbed my tits to stand me upright from the counter, and with one movement, he pushed his dick into me.

The feeling was amazing. I parted with the pressure, and as he moved more and more into me, the pressure increased, but increased around him, inside me. Instinct guided me to bend over slightly and spread my legs, and that was all it took for him to start fucking me. I felt the force of him in my stomach when he slammed in. When he reached bottom I couldn’t help but grunt, but what became overwhelming to me was the force of my tits bouncing back and forth as they hung. They crashed into the counter, and then as he pulled out of me they shot back against my stomach.

What started to entered my mind was that I didn’t want him to cum. This wasn’t work, it was something I was enjoying. I took the step of pushing him away and grabbing his hand. I led him into the living room and sat down on the couch. I pulled him in front of me and took his cock in my mouth. I tasted myself for the first time. It didn’t bother me, but for a minute it made me hesitate a bit. Once my flavor was gone, I took it like an old pro. I went slow, wanting it to prolong his hardon, but also, I wanted to feel every inch of him. It didn’t last long.

He pushed my head away, and looked at me. He smiled and got on his knees in front of me, taking my tits in his hands and moved them around in circles. He moaned with the movements, which matched my utterances exactly. It felt amazing to feel him squeeze my chest, rub my nipples, and pinch them almost to the point of pain. When he took them into his mouth, the change in sensation almost was too much. The wetness on my nipples after he had pinched them hard was spectacular. He took one at a time in both his hands, gripping both sides tight so my nipple was the only thing showing and he devoured each, but that didn’t last long. Right about the time my head was spinning, he descended. He didn’t kiss his way down to my opening. One second he had my nipple between his teeth, and almost before my tit hit my stomach he had my clit in his mouth. He licked furiously, and in no time, I felt it coming. The first thing that happened was my entire body tensed up, and then my head shot back and my pussy erupted. I stream of fluid shot out of my just above my opening and onto his face, but he wasn’t phased. He kept licking, and as long as he kept going, the feeling continued. When I couldn’t take anymore, I pushed his head away panting.

He pulled me up and instead of leading me, he picked me up entirely, and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me down gently, and pulled my legs up in the air, rotated me around so he was standing on the edge and my ass was barely on the bed. He took a second to rub his dick up and down my clit, which sent a few shivers down my spine, and then in one push, he entered me. I screamed when he came into full contact with my body, and after only a few full plunges into me, I came again. He started fucking me hard and deep, and at that moment nothing mattered. I didn’t care that I didn’t know who I was, or that I came to in a body of a hooker. That feeling was the only thing I cared about in the world. My tits flew back and forth, slapping my shoulders and swaying back to my stomach. Pancaked out, they flowed like the ocean, waves and waves, and with each movment they promised his dick would flow back into me. I thought I was about to cum again, when I felt him tense up and slam into me harder than before. The force was almost too much, causing me to grunt with each full penetration, and then it happened. It didn’t feel like it had felt in my mouth earlier. I couldn’t feel the actually cum shooting into me, but I felt the surge of heat, and then a fullness along with an intense wetness. I could almost feel it because of the way he enjoyed it. He screamed and fucked harder and harder, to the point where it sounded like he was fucking in an ocean. He splashed out of me and as one hand rubbed his chest, the other was surrounding his dick feeling his cum bubble up from the motion.

He finally stopped, and when he pulled out, I felt his cum run out of me. He stood up and walked into the other room, where he got dressed, and when he was finished came back in and thanked me, dropped an envelope on the bedside table, and without warning turned and left. When I heard the door slam, I stuck my finger in me and masterbated until I came. When I took my fingers from me and stuck them in my mouth, tasteing his cum and my juices, it was only then that I thought about the lack of a condom, the fear of disease or a baby.

I went to the bathroom to pee, came back to bed and got under the covers, grabbed the small notebook in the bedside table and looked at Tuesday. Down the column for Tuesday it had five listings. One at 7, one at 8, one at noon, one at 5 and one at 9. The first two had “BJ150.” The third had “F350.” The fourth said “BJ150,” and the last said “A-F 450*.” I didn’t know what the “*” meant, and didn’t care that it was 6, I was tired, and I laid back, with his cum still slightly leaking out of me, and passed out from the long days work.

I didn’t even realize I was smiling, but I guess I was. The black and white kitten I’d been seeing around lately had made an appearance. I was watching it chase a tiny moth around in the grass, swatting at it, without success, and then being distracted by a sound, and forgetting all about the moth. I guess the scene had gifted me a peaceful moment of distraction. I turn around, recognizing the voice right away. He repeated the question.

“Why aren’t you over there with the other inmates, Carlson?” He asks, scowling at me.

“I don’t know, Sir. I just like my solitude, I guess.” I answer.

He let his gaze travel along my body, which although covered by my prison attire, still seemed to catch the attention of him, some of the other guards, and a few of the women. If I didn’t enjoy the attention, his gaze would have made me very uncomfortable. I didn’t flinch, I just let him take it all in. From my long, curly, red locks, over my 36D breasts, across my flat stomach, around my slim waist, and down the curves of my hips. I watched him as he licked his lips, and I knew then, that he’d be thinking of me all night tonight. That thought helped as he turned to walk away, and threw out his parting comment.

“I’ll be watching you, Carlson. Just know, I’ve got my eye on you.”

“Yes, Sir.” I respond. “Understood. Have a great evening, Sir.”

Under my breath, I mumbled to myself, “…jerking off to what you imagine to be under this lime green jumper, Sir.”

“What’s that, Carlson?” He asked, spinning around.

“Oh, nothing, Sir. Just that I can’t wait to get out of this jumper, Sir.” I call out, satisfied with myself, after hearing him grunt and walk away briskly.

Now, he’ll have more for his imagination, I thought to myself.

We had about forty minutes left outdoors, and I hoped to be able to watch the kitten’s antics again. I looked around the area it had been in earlier, but it wasn’t around. I see the gardening shed door was slightly open, and figured he might have gone in there. That worried me, because I was scared he’d get locked in there, once we were all leaving the yard. I rush over, and slip in through the cracked door. I close it shut behind me, so no one else notices that it’s open.

Once I was still, I heard shuffling, and it made me freeze. It sounded much bigger than a kitten. I turn around slowly, and see an officer in the corner, sitting on a bale of hay, with his uniform pants around his ankles, with his boxers at his knees. His dick is in his hand, and he’s jerking fast. His eyes are closed and his head is back. He doesn’t even notice me standing there. I knew I could get in trouble for even being in there, kitten or no kitten, so I turn to leave. The door made a noise, and I knew right away that he heard it. I spun around to see him hurrying to pull his clothes back up and cover himself.

“Ummm. I-I I, umm, Carlson, what are you doing in here?!” He nearly shrieked as he asked the question.

“Well, “ I start. “I would ask you the same question, but I don’t think it’s necessary. It’s kind of obvious what you’re doing in here.”

“Look, I’m kind of embarrassed by this. I’d appreciate it if we could just keep it between us.” He looked as embarrassed as he said he was. It was kind of cute.

“I won’t say anything. I just came looking for the kitten. The little black and white one?” I explained.

“Yea, I’ve seen him, in fact that’s how I ended up in here. I followed him in, and-”

“…and it pulled down your pants and made you stroke your dick?” I interrupted him and finished his sentence.

We both laughed.

He admitted that sometimes being around so many women made him crazy. He found himself masturbating at work quite often.

“I understand. We’re all human. I’ve been here four years, Officer Kendrick, remember?” I remind him.

“Wow, it really has been that long, hasn’t it?” He asked.

“Yes, and I’m always horny too. I masturbate more than I care to admit.” I said.

We both laughed again. The other women swooned over Officer Kendrick. He was over six feet and lean. Fit but not overly muscular, and he had a baby face. His dark hair really made his green eyes stand out, as well as his gorgeous smile. Sitting here laughing with him, I got to see his eyes up close, and they were even brighter than I had realized.

“It’s a shame we can’t help each other.” I said teasingly.

“A shame.” He agreed.

I run my hand up his thigh, and watch as his dick grew again under his pants. He hadn’t fastened them yet, and the head poked out above the band of his boxers.

“So, since we can’t, I’m going to go back outside now. I’ll see you around.” I smile at him and turn to walk away.

I got all the way to the door and put my hand on the handle before he said anything.

“I’m not like the rest of these guys here.” He said. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

I let go of the door, but I don’t turn around.

“You mean sex in a shed?” I ask, only half kidding.

“I mean sex with an inmate, at work, in my uniform. In a shed.” He answered, causing us both a little laughter.

“I’ve never done it either. I mean, with an officer. Or with anyone, the four years I’ve been here.” I said.

“I could lose my job.” He stated simply and matter of factly.

“I could end up in solitary, or even moved to another prison, further from my family.” I stated just as simply. “I guess that means we both have a lot to lose.”

I turn toward his direction, fumbling with my hands, with my head down.

“Yes, we do.” He said.

I walk over to him, and he stands. I notice he had closed his pants and belt.

“Well, I have a little over thirty minutes. I could leave now if you don’t think it’s worth it.” I offered. He didn’t move.

“I have about thirty minutes too. I could leave now, if you don’t think it’s worth it.” He said, and we both laughed again.

He lifted my chin and kissed me lightly on my lips. He backed up and sat on the hay again. I now stood between his legs and had my hands on his shoulders. Bending over, I kiss him again, this time, longer and harder, while unsnapping the top half of my jumper. I take my arms out and reaching around, undo by prison issue bra. He buries his face in my tits, and kisses them gently. I grip his head and pull his hair a little as his mouth finds a nipple and licks it slowly. He pulls me down onto his lap, straddling him, and I grind on him while he lavishes both my nipples with the most amazing kisses, licks, and sucking. Four years was a very long time, and

my body was making sure I knew it. Feeling him harden beneath me, made my grinding become more intense. When neither of us could hold on, I quickly stood up and undoing his pants, pulled his friend out. It was actually kind of pretty. Except for the veins, it was flawless and perfectly shaped. Funny how many things you notice about a dick when you haven’t seen one in a while.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, because I do this often.” He answered sarcastically. We burst into laughter.

“Okay, so we’ll have to improvise this time. Bring condoms from now on.” I instruct.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled up at me, with my boobs still surrounding him.

I replace his face with his penis. Bending lower, to place it between my breasts, I squeezed them around it, and pumped them up and down along his shaft.

“Well. Damn.” He whispered. “ Damn. Yeah.”

“Give me your hands.” I said, a little forcefully.

He brings his hands down to my breasts, and grips the sides of each, while running his thumbs across my nipples. I put my hands on top of his and together we pump. I hold my head up, in time to catch him looking down at me. We kiss, and our pumping speeds up. I nibble his bottom lip some, and our tongues attempt to intertwine. His breathing picked up, and I knew if I didn’t pull back he’d be cumming on my neck and chin. I pull away from his kiss, and concentrate on pumping harder.

“Oh shit!” He moaned. “Oh shit. Oh shit!”

That was my signal. I released his dick from my breasts’ grip, and wrapped my hand around it tightly, keeping the same rhythm we’d just had. In a few seconds, he exploded all over his stomach and my hand.

He was sweet enough to give me his undershirt to wipe my hands on. We straightened ourselves up, and before he opened the shed door to make sure it was clear for me to come out and make my way to my cell, we talked about tomorrow. He’s bringing condoms, and as soon as it’s clear for us both, during my two hours in the yard, we’ll meet in the shed.

In my bunk that night, I couldn’t help but think about how big and pretty Officer Kendrick’s cock was, and how I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me. I felt the need to masturbate before I went to sleep, but instead I decided to save it for my meeting tomorrow. I slept like a baby.

The hot water was sparse this morning, and the eggs were cold. Normally those things would have made for a bad morning, but when I saw Officer Kendrick by the exit door of the chow hall, my pussy started to throb, and all was right with the world. I can’t wait to rip that uniform off of him later.

Walking down the halls to my job in the library, I saw him again. This time he and a female officer were speaking quietly with the chaplain. I kept my eyes straight ahead and acted like I didn’t see them, and hurried to get to work, and make this day go by faster.

Finishing lunch quickly, I almost run back to my cell to freshen up for what I had been calling my date, in my head. I removed the prison issue granny panties, and brush my teeth and wash up. I straighten my bunk, and sit on it, waiting for the regular count before we are released to the yard. Some women were still having lunch, so it would be a few minutes. I was anxious, nervous, and excited, all at once.

Once outside, I made my way toward the garden shed. The kitten was nearby, but I barely paid him any attention. I saw no one around, and made a beeline to the wooden door. Pushing the door open, I crept in, and went to the bale of hay and sat. I didn’t have to wait long for Officer Kendrick to arrive.

Smiling, he came over and kissed me softly. When he pulled back, he had a single white daisy in his hand.

“For the beautiful lady.” He said, presenting the flower.

“Well, thank you, kind Sir.” I said, accepting the gift.

Out of his jacket’s inner pocket, he displayed a row of four condoms. I clapped my hands, showing my excitement.

“Good boy!” I exclaim.

He laughs, and after taking his jacket off, folds it and puts it at the top of the bale, as a makeshift pillow. Following his lead, I scoot back and lie my head on the pillow. He comes over me, and we hungrily began to kiss and remove one another’s respective uniforms. His mouth and hands were all over me, and mine on him. He reaches down between us, and finding my wet pussy, opens it with two fingers and glides one along the center. Once it is just as wet as my pussy, he begins to slide his finger up and down my clit. I’m grinding my hips against his hand, while we kiss and pant. I reach down and massage his balls. Grabbing them firmly, and lightly pulling them. We are both ready, and he grabs a condom. We work together to put it on, and once we accomplish the task, he enters me slowly and the world goes light.

“Ahh!” I yell out in whispered tones.

“Damn!” He said as he began to find his pace.

He was on my spot, and it was way too soon, so I shifted enough to move him over slightly inside of me. That was a mistake I realized, as he dug long and deep. The shift had given him better access. After four long years, my pussy had been yearning this, and it opened up for him more with each stroke. He continued slowly, and I wrapped my legs around him, to bring his hips closer to mine. I grind my hips into his just as slowly, and run my fingertips up and down his strong biceps. The rubbing turned into gripping as his speed picked up and his strokes became stronger. He scooped my legs up between his forearms and biceps, right behind my knees. He pushed my knees up to my chest and started pounding his dick into me. I wanted to yell, but I couldn’t get a sound out. All I could hear was the slapping sounds our bodies made as they made contact with each deep plunge. He was moaning loudly now, and I knew he was almost there. I squeezed my pussy tight around him, and he groaned and pulled out.

“How do you feel about oral?” He asked, breathily.

“I feel like it feels awesome.” I answer with a giggle.

“Well, I hope I live up to your standards. If I stay inside of you, I’m going to cum soon, and I’m not ready for this to end.” He said it after kissing me softly, and then he was gone.

I had forgotten how good a hot mouth could feel on my pussy. He started slow at first, letting his tongue explore my clit and my hole. He slurped, which normally would have turned me off, but in this moment it was a very erotic sound. He sounded like he was starving and it was giving him new life. I raised my hips to his face, and he put his hands under my ass to support me. He began to concentrate more on my clit, licking and sucking it. Flicking it with his tongue, rapidly. Pressing his tongue against it, allowing the inner throb to reverberate. His tongue slid inside, and swept all around. Slurping more as he made his way back to my clit, he sucked on it, at the same tempo as the throbbing. I felt my eyes rolling back and knew I was too far gone to stop myself from cumming. The heat rose up from the pit of my stomach until it reached my chest. My ass cheeks tightened in his hands, and based on his quickened tempo, he assumed it meant I was about to climax. His assault became more intense, and I could no longer hold back. I exploded, allowing my juices to flow into his mouth. He slurped again, and then he pulls himself back up on top of me. We kiss deeply, while I try to steady my breathing, but he wasn’t waiting for that. He excitedly pushed his hard cock into me, pounding me deeply, hitting every corner of my pussy. Any cobwebs were being demolished in that second. He scooped his forearms under my arms, and pulled my upper body closer to his. It allowed him to really get it and dig deep. I felt the second wave of orgasm begin to hit me. I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull myself closer to him. His back tensed up and his grip on me tightened. Together we moaned in slightly whispered voices as we came. His brow was moist with sweat, and my breasts were damp. We were breathless. Neither of us moved. He didn’t pull out, and I didn’t push him out. We just held each other, and for a few moments, I forgot where I was. I’m pretty sure he did too. For the time being, it didn’t matter. I sensed he felt the same way, as he kissed me long and slow.

After we were dressed and just talking, we agreed to meet every other day at the shed. He also promised to do pop ups at the library whenever he could sneak away. We talked about the fact that I’d be getting released in a year. I can’t think that far ahead, so I prefer to just think about one day at a time. We kissed again before leaving our secret spot. I couldn’t wait to return. Who knew what the future held.

Jennifer climbed on the sofa her arms over the back ready and willing. “Martin it’s been a long time but…” she paused… “Can you fuck my ass, please? I so want that cock up my ass.” “My pleasure.” I said with delight shoving my cock straight back into her pussy to harden it up. It didn’t take long.

Jennifer was a mother of two young kids that went to the local self-defense class.

She had turned 38 and after a few unsuccessful attempts at reconciliations with her ex she had decided to move on and been single for about 12 months.

I sat next to Jennifer watching my youngster go through her paces. We hadn’t really spoken before – just a quick hello and a few conversations about the class and why am I not doing it. We always enjoyed few laughs when something funny happened.

Today was our first real chat.

“Oh you have a Lumi.” she said. (Lumis were the new wristband craze to hit the pre-teen market.)

“Yes my little one made it for me.” I said showing it to her.

She took my hand. Her nails were long, painted and nicely manicured. Her skin was soft and tender like her touch.

“Not much else to do at night when the kids are asleep. Even worse when they are at their Dad’s for the night.”

I didn’t think much more about the conversation. I figured she was just a busy mum learning the harsh reality of single parenting.

A few weeks passed and Jennifer seemed to seek me out each time I came in. One night I was running late – the traffic on the trip home from work was horrendous. But, I had made it.

I looked for a place to sit and Jennifer waved me over.

“Here Martin. I saved a spot for you.” she called. Then once I sat down she purred quietly in my ear.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it tonight. That would have been a shame.”

She was wearing a black cashmere top with a short white skirt and white 4-inch high heels. Her make up was perfect and her hair was done and tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing Chanel and smelled divine.

For a few seconds I drunk her in shifting my thoughts into another realm. Finally I spoke

“You look great. Going somewhere special?”

“No, just dropping the kids to their Dad’s and wanted to feel good.” She replied.

I was in my work gear. Un-tucked business shirt over my jeans, old sneakers shoved on that were more comfortable then my work shoes. The tie long since banished from around my neck left was hanging over the seat in the car.

“Well I think you look awesome – good enough to eat.” I flirted. My kids were going back to their Mum’s and I had no plans – so why not?

Sometimes men think with our minds sometimes we think with our dicks – tonight my dick ruled the conversation and I let it go wild. The rest of the class drifted away as we chatted more and more about what we like and our sexual adventures until it was almost time to go. My cock and I wanted to stay.

“Good enough to eat you say? That would be nice. So is it your place or mine? Either way you’re going to end up inside me.” Jennifer said. Her eyes were full of lust and want.

“Yours sounds great to me.” I said as the thought of dishes in the sink and clothes left where they dropped at my place.

“Oh and for the record don’t get any ideas. I don’t need or want a boyfriend. It’s Friday night and I really just need a good fucking. I haven’t had sex with anyone since I spilt with Mathew.”

“No problems. I have to say I do see other ladies. Nothing serious as in love – just great hook-ups on a regular basis that suit all our needs.” I said.

“Perfect. I’ll be home about 8:30. See you after that… Fuck I’m so wet for you right now.” she said with a huge smile.

Drop off done, I dashed home, showered and shaved and threw on some Tomorrow aftershave as it worked well on me. I arrived just before 9 with a bottle of red in hand.

The porch light was on so I walked through the open gate and knocked on the door. The heavy oak had glass panes cut into it, letting out light from inside. Two rose patterns adorned each pane emblazing a multitude of colors on my white t-shirt as I stood waiting for Jennifer to answer.

The door opened, I walked in and it swung closed behind me.

I turned to see Jennifer no longer dressed in her clothes but a stunning set of lingerie. Black lacy bra and pants with suspenders and ¾ stockings with a lacy top. The outfit sent shockwaves through my body straight to my cock.

She was holding a large glass of red wine which was almost finished.

“Would you like a drink or should we just fuck?” she asked draining the glass.

“I’ll have a wine, then fucking sounds good to me.” I said

She walked to the kitchen – black high heels making her legs look incredible and her ass wiggle as she strutted in front of me to the kitchen.

I followed. Apart from the foyer, the rest of the house was lit up with candles, which made it the whole situation feel sexier and made me feel more at ease.

Jennifer poured me a glass and handed it to me. I sipped it – warm full-bodied red – just as I like it.

“I’m glad you came Martin. Did you know I don’t wear any undies to class in the hope you might catch a glimpse of me when you sit on the other side?”

“No I had no idea”

“And since meeting and taking to you I now shave my pussy again and regularly play with my clit and fuck my hole while thinking about you.” she said with fire in her words

“Well no, but it’s nice to know. I will look in the future.” I said surprised.

I walked to the dining room and put my glass on the table.

“So a good fucking you said.” My cock throbbed to every word

“Yes a good fucking.” she nodded as the words rolled out.

“Ok then.”

I reached down, pulled her to her feet and kissed her lips for the first time. They were soft, supple a little moist.

She fell into the kiss just letting herself go and be taken for the ride. She had done her part, been brave and put it out there… now it was my turn to take control and devour this horny woman.

As I kissed her I grabbed her hair and pulled her head from side to exposing her neck to feast on. And then I went back to her lips again with tender but strong kisses holding her head tight and cupping her face to control our kiss.

Her hands wandered all over my body and I continued kissing and tonguing her mouth. Then biting her neck and coming back to her mouth again.

“Do you want some?” I whispered into her ear.

“Yes I want some, oh fuck yes!” she said

“I don’t think you’re ready for me yet.” I said teasingly

“I’m ready. I’m ready I want it.” Her words were frantic like it was slipping away.

“Not yet.” I whisper as I feel her body fall into mine. “Show me how much you want it.” I said pulling away from our kiss. “Show me you want and need a good fucking.” My words were forceful.

I moved to the table and cleared everything off. Grabbing Jennifer’s hand I laid her down on it then lifted and slid her to the center so I could see her from all sides.

I unclipped the suspender buttons allowing me access to the silks that protected her womanhood from the world. She looked magical in the flicking light of the candles that danced around us.

After looking for a few seconds I removing her undies and tossed them aside.

She glistened and was well wet and ready but I wanted more. I wanted to see what she would do.

“Play for me.” I said as I ran my fingers over her body, walking around the table and touching her from all angles. “Play for me Jennifer.” My words were soft but sure.

Her hand went between her legs and slowly touched her private regions. The other hand ran between her face and her breasts, back and forth sometimes running her fingers through her hair.

I leant in close to her and kissed her lips from top of the table above her head.

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered into her ear. Her hand worked a bit faster as I bit her earlobe and sucked it softly into my mouth.

I continued to circle around her and touch parts of her; with each touch her sounds grew louder.

“Jennifer you look so beautiful but I don’t think you are ready yet.” I said

“I am ready! I am so fucking ready.”

“I want you to cum. I want to watch the beauty of your body as the pleasure wave envelops you and takes control of your senses.”

“I’ll cum for you. I will.” she spoke louder and faster. “I want to cum for you.”

My hand found her nipples and I squeezed lightly and let go pulling just a touch in rhythm to the way she was playing with her magic button.

Her words were gone and moans filled their place as she writhed on the table, her back arching as she air-fucked her hand until the wave subsided. She continued to work her clit as the mini pleasure hits still worked their magic on her soul.

I kissed her holding her face.

“That was beautiful, so beautiful Jennifer, thank you for sharing that with me.”

Watching a woman cum, really cum, is a treasure not to be taken for granted and I never did.

“Don’t stop playing.” I said as I undid my belt. Her eyes watched each and every move I made. I dropped my pants to the floor and tossed away my tee.

The candlelight flickered off my skin as I walked around this wanton woman. She lay in a relaxed daze enjoying what had just happened and wondering what was next. I drank some wine then pulled Jennifer’s face to the side of the table.

“I have something for you.” I said taking my cock in my hands.

“Yes! Yes I want to suck it.”

“Oh Jennifer where are your manners? I’m offering you my cock here to suck.” I said to her a displeased tone now in my voice.

My cock, alive from watching this beautiful woman cum, slid into her open mouth and I slowly pulled it in and out. Slowly and deliberately, holding the back of her head in place to remind she was mine for now.

Her fingers worked intensely on her clit and into her fuck tunnel as she bucked to meet them.

“That’s so nice you have such a beautiful mouth.” I said softly. She stopped and smiled

“Thank you Martin.”

“I think you are ready now. Don’t you?”

“Oh yes I am ready. Thanks.” she moaned

I walked between her legs pulling her back down to meet me. My cock standing straight was perfectly positioned to enter this sexy fuck hole.

“I am ready. Please fuck me.” She said her eyes pleading more then her words.

Wasting no time I slid in my cock all the way to the base and pulled her already spread legs close to me. I lay on her moving my body so my cock, still buried to the hilt, moved inside her.

“More, I want it – please fuck me with that.” She moaned.

“I will.” I said “I want you to squeeze me with everything you have – squeeze tight. Wrap me with your love muscles.” I willed her.

Jennifer’s pussy started to choke my meat. I started to fuck her slowly pulling my cock all the way out until the tip of the head was just inside and slowly forcing my way back in – feeling the inner walls of her beauty form around my hard, protruding love stick.

Relentlessly I toyed with her.

“More, fuck me Martin fuck me!” she screamed.

But I took my time knowing only to well that her pussy would be severely pounded by the time I was finished.

“Open up Jennifer, open wide let me in, let me have all of you.” I demanded

She opened her legs as required. I grabbed hold of her hips and legs at the same time. Slamming into her hard then pulling back and slamming again. Within a few pounds her pussy gave in and convulsed around my cock. Her moans were the sounds of a woman out of control of her senses and I loved it.

“Take it Jennifer take it all, that’s a good girl.” I said

She opened her legs wider as if by instinct and I fucked her relentlessly.

I blew the candle out and dripped the last drops of wax over her breasts making her scream with delight and pain all at once.

I picked her up and turned her over.

“Doggie time.” I said.

“Oh yes please.” She said looking around at me like a cat about to get the cream.

While grabbing her hips I slid my cock back inside her. She grabbed hold of the table as I started to thrust into her again and again

“Yes that’s it. Good girl.” I said.

“Thank you, I love it, love it, keep going.” she called

I had no intentions of stopping, I was fucking her for all I was worth and she loved it all.

Eventually her legs started to weaken so I pulled out.

“Where’s your sofa” I asked. She turned walked up the hall and past pictures of a smiling family and past the stairs that led I’m sure to her room or pleasure dome. She turned left into the lounge. Leather sofa, ‘Nice’ I thought.

Jennifer climbed on the sofa her arms over the back ready and willing.

“Martin it’s been a long time but…” she paused… “Can you fuck my ass, please? I so want that cock up my ass.”

“My pleasure.” I said with delight shoving my cock straight back into her pussy to harden it up. It didn’t take long.

I pulled out, my meat was hard and throbbing looking to get back into a warm spot. I placed it at the entrance of her ass hole. She wiggled and pushed back.

“That’s it, do it Martin. It’s been a long time. Do it! Fuck you!” she demanded.

I did – my head sliding in slowly. She screamed.

“Don’t stop get it in! Just get it in!” she screamed. “Fuck it Martin, come on shove it in my ass like you did my pussy. She begged.”

Her ass tight gripped me firm and it didn’t take to long for her to loosen.

“Go Martin, go. Drill me deep. Drill me, drill me.” she screamed as she came her ass tightening further around my cock.

My balls tightened and I felt a swell well up deep inside me. I moved positions and changed my pace – I wanted to savor this moment.

Jennifer moved with me, bending lower sticking her ass more into the air.

“Is that better for you?” she asked.

Her ass and pussy were in the air and her knees were just hanging onto the side of the sofa. This girl knew how to get fucked and she was willing to offer herself up perfectly for it.

I drilled her, sweat flying through the air with each pound as I caved into her asshole. Again and again I pounded.

“Oh fuck you take it good.” I screamed grabbing hold of her hips harder pulling and her into me as I gave it to her.

Her continual moans told the story. She screamed into the cushions over and over. She moved her head

“Cum please! Cum I can’t take any more. Cum please.”

That’s all I needed.

“Ok here it comes, here it comes I’m going to explode.” My voice was building with each and every stroke.

“Don’t stop, fuck it! Cum in me, cum in my ass. Blow that fire out.” she screamed through her moans

My legs shook as all the muscles tightened up to help set my juices free. My ass cheeks tightened and my back arched as the tingles flowed through my fingers and out of my body.

“Aaaarrggg fuck.” I screamed as I pounded into her. Caving her ass in as I went I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. And she defiantly didn’t want me too.